And she met it, headlong; throwing her vast weight forward in an attempt to smash through it.

At the same time, Wolf and Bruce left off harrying her flanks and sprang aside.
Dugan had reached the garage unseen.

There, he had backed out the car, by hand; shoving it into the open, lest the motor-whirr give premature announcement of his presence.

Then, as he boarded the machine and reached for the self-starter, all bedlam broke loose, from somewhere in the general direction of the house, fifty yards away.
Dugan, glancing up apprehensively, beheld the first phases of the fight.

Forgetting the need of haste and of secrecy, he sat there, open-mouthed, watching a scrimmage which was beyond all his sporting experience and which thrilled him as no prize-fight had ever done.
Moveless, wide eyed, he witnessed the battle.
But the arrival of the two other dogs and the flight of the sow roused him to a sense of the business which had brought him thither.