The ram was frightened and ran, dragging the dog with him.

We let them out of the pasture into an open field, and for a few minutes there was such a racing and chasing over that field as I never saw before.

Harry leaned up against the bars and laughed till the tears rolled down his cheeks.
Then Bolton got mad, and began to make battle with the dog, pitching into him with his horns.

We soon stopped that, for the spirit had all gone out of Dash.

Windham unfastened the rope, and told him to get home, and if ever I saw a dog run, that one did.