The dog sniffed suspiciously in the direction of the bag and growled, but he was not allowed to come near it.

Rolf tried to make friends with the dog, but without success and Quonab said, "Better let Skookum [*] alone.
He make friends when he ready--maybe never." The two hunters now set out for the open plain, two or three hundred yards to the southward.

Here the raccoon was dumped out of the sack, and the dog held at a little distance, until the coon had pulled itself together and began to run.

Now the dog was released and chivvied on.
With a tremendous barking he rushed at the coon, only to get a nip that made him recoil, yelping.

The coon ran as hard as it could, the dog and hunters came after it; again it was overtaken, and, turning with a fierce snarl, it taught the dog a second lesson.