Chum--collie-fashion--was everywhere at once, using his brain far
more than his flying jaws. Finding the grip in his foe's shoulder
did not prevent the man from twisting round to grapple him, the
collie shifted that grip with lightning speed, and with one of
his gleaming eyeteeth slashed his opponent's halfturned cheek
from eye to chin. Then he bored straight for the jugular.
It was at this crisis that he sensed, rather than saw, the other
man rushing at him. Chum left his fallen antagonist and whirled
about to face the new enemy. As he was still turning, he sprang
far to one side, in bare time to elude a swinging kick aimed at
his head.
Then, before the thief could recover the balance endangered by so
mighty a kick, the collie had whirled in and sunk his teeth deep
in the man's calf. The bitten man let out a roar of pain, and
smote wildly at the dog's face with both swinging fists.
Chum leaped back out of range, and then, with the same
bewildering speed, flashed in again and buried his curved fangs
in the nearest of the two flailing forearms.
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