I gave it to him, and wondered what on earth he was going to do with it.

He tied one end of it to the dog's collar, and holding the other in his hand, set out for the pasture.

He asked us to go with him, and when he got there, he told Harry he'd like to see him catch Bolton.

There wasn't any need to catch him, he'd come to us like a dog.

Harry whistled, and when Bolton came up, Windham fastened the rope's end to his horns, and let him go.