Joe was behind them--considerably--still at full speed and yelping like a dog.

Joe loved excitement.
For weeks those cattle had been accustomed to go in and out between the posts; and they did n't seem to have any thoughts of wire as they bounded along.

Dave stood with gaping mouth.

Dad groaned, and the wire's-end he was holding in his hand flew up with a whiz and took a scrap of his ear away.

The cattle got mixed up in the wires.