Don't be squeamish, girls.

This is only an hourly incident of everyday life in the forest.
See where the lion has rolled the skin down as neat as I could do it, an' he'd just begun to bite in there when he heard us." "What murderous work, The sight sickens me!" exclaimed Helen.
"It is nature," said Dale, simply.
"Let's kill the lion," added Bo.
For answer Dale took a quick turn at their saddle-girths, and then, mounting, he called to the hound.

"Hunt him up, Pedro." Like a shot the hound was off.
"Ride in my tracks an' keep close to me," called Dale, as he wheeled his horse.
"We're off!" squealed Bo, in wild delight, and she made her mount plunge.
Helen urged her horse after them and they broke across a corner of the swale to the woods.

Pedro was running straight, with his nose high.
He let out one short bark.

He headed into the woods, with Dale not far behind.