It was no easy matter to set it securely against the low doorway.

She wondered afterwards how she did it; at the time she tore her gloves to ribbons with the exertion, but yet was scarcely aware of making any.
When the pack swept across the grass in a single yelling, heaving mass, she was ready.

She leaned against the improvised door with arms outstretched and resolutely faced the swarming, piebald multitude.
In a moment the hounds were upon her.

She was waist-deep in them.

They leapt almost to her shoulders in their madness, smothering her with mud and slobber.