Rolf was intensely excited over all he had seen that day.

His hunting instincts were aroused.

There had been no very obvious or repellant cruelty; the dog alone had suffered, but he seemed happy.

The whole affair was so exactly in the line of his tastes that the boy was in a sort of ecstatic uplift, and already anticipating a real coon hunt, when the dog should be properly trained.
The episode so contrasted with the sordid life he had left an hour before that he was spellbound.

The very animal smell of the coon seemed to make his fibre tingle.