The little party set off, watched by Vinnie with a good deal of anxiety. The dog was left in the edge of the corn; and Jack, with a good milky ear in his pocket, followed Mr. Betterson into the buckwheat-field.
"There's Wad and his dad after prairie chickens," said Zeph.
"Yes," said Dud, "and here comes Rufe after you. He'll give you Hail Col