Seeing her peril even more swiftly than did she, he made one lightning dive from his perch on the car seat.
He did not leap at random.

Lad's brain always worked more quickly than did his lithe body; flyingly rapid as were that body's motions.

As he gathered himself for the spring, his campaign was mapped out.
Down upon the charging beast swooped a furry whirlwind of burnished mahogany-and-snow.

Down it swooped with the whirring speed and unerring aim of an eagle.

Sixty-odd pounds of sinewy weight smote the lunging mongrel, obliquely, on the left shoulder; knocking the great brute's legs from under him and throwing him completely off his balance.