Jones got hold of the second limb and pulled himself up.
As he kept on, Kitty crouched low as if to spring upon him.

Again Frank and I sent warning calls to him, but he paid no attention to us or to the cougar, and continued to climb.

This worried Kitty as much as it did us.

She began to move on the snags, stepping from one to the other, every moment snarling at Jones, and then she crawled up.

The big branch evidently took her eye.