Sliding from the saddle, he drew his short sword--for either he had lost his spear or had brought none--and made a hissing noise to the two dogs, pointing at me with the sword.

I saw them spring and I saw him rush at Leo, and after that who can tell exactly what happened?
My knife went home to the hilt in the body of one dog--and it came to the ground and lay there--for its hindquarters were paralysed, howling, snarling and biting at me.

But the other, the fiend called Master, got me by the right arm beneath the elbow, and I felt my bones crack in its mighty jaws, and the agony of it, or so I suppose, caused me to drop the knife, so that I was weaponless.

The brute dragged me from the rock and began to shake and worry me, although I kicked it in the stomach with all my strength.

I fell to my knees and, as it chanced, my left hand came upon a stone of about the size of a large orange, which I gripped.
I gained my feet again and pounded at its skull with the stone, but still it did not leave go, and this was well for me, for its next hold would have been on my throat.
We twisted and tumbled to and fro, man and dog together.