But before I gets there, I sees that pack o' hounds swarm over th' fence into th' road, an' purty soon, there is Bull, right in their midst, as th' feller says.
"For th' rest of th' way I does nothin' but pray, an' see visions of th' biggest dog fight that ever hit Montana, but I keeps movin' rapid, an' when I gets on th' spot, there's Bull, right in th' middle of th' pack.
Now all th' tails is waggin', an' that looks purty good, till I comes t' think that Bull always wags his tail before he goes into battle, 'cause he loves to fight so.

An' all them hounds is sniffin' 'round, right pert, an' Bull is purty cocky, an' when I gets close enough, I hears Bull say: "'Hello, d'ye want t' fight ?' "'Fight, no,' says one of th' hounds.

'We're goin' to chase a fox.

D'ye want t' go ?' "'Sure,' says Bull.
"An' with that th' whole pack o' 'em leaps over a fence, an' beats it off toward th' hills.
"Well, Bull don't even hesitate.

He leaps at that there rail fence an' lands against it with his head, plunk--an' caroms back into th' road.