And we'll get him up as sure as you're alive.

Come, Sounder.

Now for the horses." As we ran pell-mell into the little glade, where Jim sat mending some saddle trapping, Frank rode up the trail with the horses.
"Well, I heard Sounder," he said with his genial smile.

"Somethin's comin' off, eh?
You'll have to ooze round some to keep up with that hound." I saddled Satan with fingers that trembled in excitement, and pushed my little Remington automatic into the rifle holster.
"Boys, listen," said our leader.

"We're off now in the beginning of a hunt new to you.