We all began yelling at the dog.

We made more noise than you'd hear at the end of a hoss race.
It scairt the young feller.

He put on more steam and went up the ladder to the roof of the woodshed like a chased weasel.

The dog stood barkin' as if he had treed a bear.

Traylor grabbed the ladder and pulled it down.
"'You stay there till I get away an' you'll be safe,' said he.
"The man looked down and swore and shook his fist and threatened us with the law.
"Mr.Nuckles rode close to the woodshed and looked up at him.
"'My brother, I fear you be not a Christian,' he said.
"He swore at the minister.