One o' their number volunteered to go and scare up the buck.

So he raised the hair on his back and sneaked up from behind and when he was about forty feet away made hell bent for the buck's heels.

The buck didn't move and the dog nearly broke his neck on that pair o' cast iron legs.

He went limping back to his comrades.
"'What's the trouble ?' they asked.
"'It's nary buck,' said the dog.
"'What is it then ?' "'Darned if I know.

It kicks like a mule an' smells like a gate post.' "'Come on, you fellers.