With his head held as high as his short neck would allow he dashed on.

The coyote didn't bother very much.

After getting a good start he doubled on his tracks for a little way, turned aside, and sat down.

And if he wasn't too mean to laugh, he may at least have smiled as his enemy rushed forward toward nowhere.
Then that bulldog ran and ran until he couldn't run any more.

Then he walked till he couldn't walk any farther.