But the mule would not be caught.

He acted as if possessed, squealing, lashing out, and galloping in wide circles, his head high in the air.
"Come on," shouted Marcus, furious, turning back to McTeague.

"Come on, help me catch him.

We got to catch him.

All the water we got is on the saddle." McTeague came up.
"He's eatun some loco-weed," he repeated.