held so close for the staring eyes to gloat over. Her exultation was so great that she could only gloat and gasp, and hold with a tension that had stopped the victim's circulation.
As a wounded, robbed tigress might hold and look, she held and looked.
Neither heard the swift steps of the man, and if the tigress saw him enter, she was not daunted. "Take me from her," shrieked the terrified one. "Quick, take me from her," she repeated it again, nothing else. "Take me from her."
He hastily fastened the door and said something that the shrieks drowned, then picked up the pole. It fell with a thud across the arms which the tightening sinews had turned into steel. Once, twice, thrice. Then the one that got the fullest force bent; that side of the victim was free.
The pole had snapped. Another blow with a broken end freed the other side.
Still shrieking "Take me from her, take me from her", she beat on the closed door till Squeaker opened it.
Then he had to face and reckon with his old mate's maddened dog, that the closed door had baffled.
