He seized the dog by the collar and dragged him down, and after holding him quiet for a moment, hauled him back to Don.
"We'll have to take him with us," he said.

"I'll put this string on his collar, and he'll go all right." And to this Don agreed, though very unwillingly, for he had no confidence in Fido's hunting ability.
"I tell you he's a great fighter," said Hughie, "if we should ever get near that bear." "Oh, pshaw!" said Don, "he may fight dogs well enough, but when it comes to a bear, it's a different thing.

Every dog is scared of a bear the first time he sees him." "Well, I bet you Fido won't run from anything," said Hughie, confidently.
To their great relief they saw the minister set off in the opposite direction across the fields.
"Thank goodness! He's off to the McRae's," said Hughie.
"Now, then," said Don, "we'll go back to the track there, and put the dogs on.

You go on with Fido." And Hughie set off with Fido pulling eagerly upon the string.
When they reached the spot where Fido had been seized by Hughie, suddenly the black dog who had been following Don at some distance, stopped short and began to growl.

In a moment his mate threw up his nose and began sniffing about, the hair rising stiff upon his back.
"He's catching it," said Don, in an excited tone.