Her eyes were like balls of fire, and she was spitting and snarling, as if to say, "If you touch me, I'll tear you to pieces!" The dog, big as he was, did not dare attack her.

He walked around and around, like a great clumsy elephant, and she turned her small body as he turned his, and kept up a dreadful hissing and spitting.

Suddenly I saw a Spitz dog hurrying down the street.

He was going to help the mastiff, and Malta would be badly hurt.

I had barked and no one had come to let me out, so I sprang through the window.
Just then there was a change.