One of these three the Mistress was still
holding. The two others, with excellent teamwork, were assailing
the sow from opposite sides.
She came to a sliding stop in her charge; blinking in bewildered
fury.
Bruce had caught her by the torn left ear; and was keeping easily
out of her way, while he inflicted torture thereon. Wolf, like a
furry whirlwind, had stopped only long enough to slash her
bleeding nose to the bone; and now was tearing away at her hind
leg in an industrious and very promising effort to hamstring her.
In front, Lad was still straining to break the Mistress's loving
hold; and to get at his pestered enemy.
This was more than the huge porker had bargained for. Through all
her murder-rage, she had sense enough to know she was outnumbered
and beaten. She broke into a clumsy gallop; heading homeward.
But Bruce and Wolf would not have it so. Delightedly they tore in
to the attack. Their slashing fangs and their keenly nipping
front teeth were everywhere. They were all over her. In sudden
panic, blinded by terror and pain, the sow put her six hundred
pounds of unwieldy weight into the fastest motion she could
summon.
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