Sounder came flying up to bite her flank, and at the same moment fierce old Moze closed in on her.

The next instant a struggling mass whirled on the ground.

Jones and Frank, yelling like demons, almost rode over it.

The cougar broke from her assailants, and dashing away leaped on the first tree.

It was a half-dead pine with short snags low down and a big branch extending out over a ravine.
"I think we can hold her now," said Jones.