But, today, she had eluded his mighty shoulder and had flung herself back to the assault.
As she fell, she rolled over, twice, from her own momentum.

The second revolution left her directly in front of the skidding wheels.

One of them had actually touched her squirming spine; when white teeth gripped her by the scruff of the neck.

Those teeth could crush a mutton-bone as a child cracks a peanut.

But, on Lady, today, their power was exerted only to the extent of lifting her, in one swift wrench, clear of the ground and high in air.
The mischievous collie flew through space like a lithe mass of golden fluff; and came to earth, in a heap, at the edge of the drive; well clear of the menacing wheels.