Those not laid out were pulled away, and when old Brown had dragged the last one off by the hind legs, all that was left of that ewe was four feet and some skin.
Dad shook his head and looked grave--so did Anderson.

After a short rest they decided to divide into parties and work the ridges.

A start was made.

Dad's contingent--consisting of himself and Joe, Paddy Maloney, Anderson, old Brown, and several others--started a mob.

This time the dogs separated and scampered off in all directions.