Look out for the spikes and branches on the trees.

If the dogs split, whoever follows the one that trees the lion must wait there till the rest come up.

Off now! Come, Sounder; Moze, you rascal, hyah! Come, Don, come, Puppy, and take your medicine." Except Moze, the hounds were all trembling and running eagerly to and fro.

When Sounder was loosed, he led them in a bee-line to the trail, with us cantering after.

Sounder worked exactly as before, only he followed the lion tracks a little farther up the ravine before he bayed.