Hyah, Moze, get back.

Keep Moze and Don back; give him room." Slowly Sounder paced up the ravine, as carefully as if he were traveling on thin ice.

He passed the dusty, open trail to a scaly ground with little bits of grass, and he kept on.
We were electrified to hear him give vent to a deep bugle-blast note of eagerness.
"By George, he's got it, boys!" exclaimed Jones, as he lifted the stubborn, struggling hound off the trail.

"I know that bay.

It means a lion passed here this morning.