Hold still!" We heard Jude coming at a fast pace for a lame dog, and we saw her presently, running with her nose down for a moment, then up.

She entered the clump of trees, and bumped her nose against the pinyon Old Tom was in, and looked up like a dog that knew her business.

The series of wild howls she broke into quickly brought Sounder and Moze to her side.

They, too, saw the big lion, not fifteen feet over their heads.
We were all yelling and trying to talk at once, in some such state as the dogs.
"Hyar, Moze! Come down out of that!" hoarsely shouted Jones.
Moze had begun to climb the thick, many-branched, low pinyon tree.

He paid not the slightest attention to Jones, who screamed and raged at him.
"Cover the lion!" cried he to me.