It seemed to Hartsook that even Bull had lost his respect for the teacher.

Half that night the young man lay awake.

At last comfort came to him.

A reminiscence of the death of the raccoon flashed on him like a vision.
He remembered that quiet and annihilating bite which Bull gave.

He remembered Bud's certificate, that "Ef Bull once takes a holt, heaven and yarth can't make him let go." He thought that what Flat Creek needed was a bulldog.