The sow braced herself, solid, on outspread legs; and shook her head and forequarters with all her muscular might.
Lad was hurled free, his weakened jaws failing to withstand such a yank.

Over and over he rolled, to one side; the sow charging after him.
She had lost all interest in attacking the Mistress.

Her flaming little brain now held no thought except to kill and mangle the dog that had hurt her snout so cruelly.

And she rushed at him, the tushes glinting from under her upcurled and bleeding lips.
But, the collie, for all his years and unwieldiness, was still a collie.

And, by the time he stopped rolling, he was scrambling to his feet.