When he tired, Injun would carry Bull awhile.

When Injun tired, Bull would waddle a way.

It was a strange way for a dog to go hunting.
As we are soon to part from Injun and Whitey, there is one more thing I feel that I should tell you about them.

In a way I don't like to tell it, in another way I feel that I ought to tell it and--anyway, I'm _going_ to tell it and to call it:.