Two stump-tailed, tuft-eared animals, uttering loud ferocious screams, leaped from the boughs and tore away through the thickets, terror stabbing at their hearts, as the circling flame of red pursued them.

Tayoga returned laughing.
"They will run and they will run," he said, throwing down his brand.
"You don't give 'em much chance to see us, Tayoga," said the hunter.
"Since we're on exhibition tonight you might have let 'em look and admire a while longer." "So I could, Great Bear, but I do not like the lynx.

Its habits are unpleasant, and its scream is harsh.

Hence, I drove the two of them away." "I suppose you're right.

I don't dare care much about 'em either.