Dad rushed in and kicked the bear up like a football.

It landed near Joe.

Joe's eyes shone with the hunter's lust of blood.

He swung his stick for a tremendous blow--swung it mightily and high--and nearly knocked his parent's head off.

When Dad had spat blood enough to make sure that he had only lost one tooth, he hunted Joe; but Joe was too fleet, as usual.
Meanwhile, the bear had run up another tree--about the tallest old gum in the paddock.