Then she turned to her tormentor, and gave utterance to most savage sounds.

As she did not intimidate her pursuer, she retreated out on the branch, which sloped down at a deep angle, and crouched on a network of small limbs.
When Jones had worked up a little farther, he commanded a splendid position for his operations.

Kitty was somewhat below him in a desirable place, yet the branch she was on joined the tree considerably above his head.

Jones cast his lasso.

It caught on a snag.