When the men finally rescued it, it was completely winded and shaking with fright; it was covered with drops of blood which trickled down its legs (on which repeated wounds had left scars), and, mingling with sweat, moistened its worn hoofs.
But the best of the performance was the general fight between the dogs; all took part in it, the big and the little ones, the bull-dogs, the sheep-dogs, the white ones, the black ones, the spotted ones, and the russet variety.

Fully fifteen minutes were spent in bringing them to the proper pitch of excitement.

The owners held them between their legs and pointing their heads in the direction of their adversaries, would knock them together violently.

The thin man, especially, worked with great gusto.

With much effort he succeeded in producing a ferocious, hoarse chest-note that maddened the whole irritated pack.