When Bull at last seized the raccoon and put an end to it, Ralph could not but admire the decided way in which he did it, calling to mind Bud's comment, "Ef Bull once takes a holt, heaven and yarth[8] can't make him let go." But as they walked home, Bud carrying the raccoon by the tail, Ralph felt that his hunt had not been in vain.

He fancied that even red-eyed Bull, walking uncomfortably close to his heels, respected him more since he had climbed that tree.
"Purty peart kind of a master," remarked the old man to Bud, after Ralph had gone to bed.

"Guess you better be a little easy on him.

Hey ?" But Bud deigned no reply.

Perhaps because he knew that Ralph heard the conversation through the thin partition.
Ralph woke delighted to find it raining.