Away down there somewheres I hears a small whoop, and up comes my spirits.

I went tearing after it, listening sharp to hear it again.

The next time it come I see I warn't heading for it, but heading away to the right of it.

And the next time I was heading away to the left of it--and not gaining on it much either, for I was flying around, this way and that and t'other, but it was going straight ahead all the time.
I did wish the fool would think to beat a tin pan, and beat it all the time, but he never did, and it was the still places between the whoops that was making the trouble for me.

Well, I fought along, and directly I hears the whoop BEHIND me.