The bullet seemed to strike her on the flank, as she turned with a growl and bit the part.

This delayed her for a moment, and allowed Lucien time to swing himself to a tree.

Basil had thrown away his rifle, not having time to reload.

Francois, when he saw the great monster so near, dropped his gun without firing.
All three in their haste climbed separate trees.

It was a grove of white oaks, as we have already stated; and these trees, unlike the pines, or magnolias, or cypress-trees, have usually great limbs growing low down and spreading out horizontally.