Then began again that wrestling whirl.
"Beat off the dogs! Beat off the dogs!" roared Jones.

"She'll kill them! She'll kill them!" Frank and I seized clubs and ran in upon the confused furry mass, forgetful of peril to ourselves.

In the wild contagion of such a savage moment the minds of men revert wholly to primitive instincts.

We swung our clubs and yelled; we fought all over the bottom of the ravine, crashing through the bushes, over logs and stones.

I actually felt the soft fur of the cougar at one fleeting instant.