CHAPTER 5.
OAK SPRING Moze and Don and Sounder straggled into camp next morning, hungry, footsore and scarred; and as they limped in, Jones met them with characteristic speech: "Well, you decided to come in when you got hungry and tired?
Never thought of how you fooled me, did you?
Now, the first thing you get is a good licking." He tied them in a little log pen near the cabin and whipped them soundly.

And the next few days, while Wallace and I rested, he took them out separately and deliberately ran them over coyote and deer trails.

Sometimes we heard his stentorian yell as a forerunner to the blast from his old shotgun.

Then again we heard the shots unheralded by the yell.

Wallace and I waxed warm under the collar over this peculiar method of training dogs, and each of us made dire threats.