The women screamed, the men ran about aimlessly, wildly, shouting orders at one another.
“Help! Janey’s fallen into the pen!”
“Oh, he’ll kill her! he’ll kill her! he’ll kill her!”
“Get pitchforks!”
“Get a gun!”
“No use; we’ve only got bird-shot. It would just make him madder to hit him with that.”
“Someone will have to jump in.”
“Where are you running to, Pete High?”
“To get a rope or something.”
“You’ll be too late.”