Jones seemed the nucleus of a sort of haze, and it grew larger and larger.

Presently he became clearly defined in my sight; the violent commotion under me subsided; I once more felt the saddle, and then I realized that Spot had been content to stop alongside of Jones, tossing his head and champing his bit.
"Well, by George! I didn't know you were in the stretch," cried my companion.

"That was a fine little brush.

We must have come several miles.

I'd have killed those wolves if I'd brought a gun.