"Come hyar, you rascal!" He was a tired dog, but had no sheepish air about him, such as he had worn when lagging in from deer chases.

He wagged his tail, and flopped down to pant and pant, as if to say: "What's wrong with you guys ?" "Boys, for two cents I'd go back and put Jude on that trail.

It's just possible that Moze treed a lion.

But--well, I expect there's more likelihood of his chasing the lion over the rim; so we may as well keep on.

The strange thing is that Sounder wasn't with Moze.