It's lucky I finished it in time to help you before that oven-mouthed brute tore your throat out.

Did you ever see such a dog?
It looks as large as a young donkey.

Are you much hurt, Horace ?" "Oh, my forearm is chewed to a pulp, but nothing else, I think.

Let us get down to the water; if I can't drink soon I shall faint.

Also the rest of the pack is somewhere about, fifty or more of them." "I don't think they will trouble us, they have got the horses, poor beasts.