He was not demonstrative, looked rather askance at Jones, and avoided the other dogs.
"That dog will make a great lion-chaser," said Jones, decisively, after his study of Sounder.

"He and Moze will keep us busy, once they learn we want lions." "I don't believe any dog-trainer could teach them short of six months," replied Frank.

"Sounder is no spring chicken; an' that black and dirty white cross between a cayuse an' a barb-wire fence is an old dog.

You can't teach old dogs new tricks." Jones smiled mysteriously, a smile of conscious superiority, but said nothing.
"We'll shore hev a storm to-morrow," said Jim, relinquishing his pipe long enough to speak.

He had been silent, and now his meditative gaze was on the west, through the cabin window, where a dull afterglow faded under the heavy laden clouds of night and left the horizon dark.
I was very tired when I lay down, but so full of excitement that sleep did not soon visit my eyelids.