And as the male genet dropped down inside, the female took his place.

I fancy that, though dizzy, the male genet was rather proud of himself.

The male genet stumbled a little, and sat down.

But the male genet neither ran nor fought.

The male genet apparently knew about owls, and nothing of what he knew had shown that they were cowards.

Also, the smell of blood was too much for the male genet, and he presently rushed, with flying tail, into the crimson orgy too.