The bawling of Little Ann and our screaming and hollering made so much noise, I didn’t hear Old Dan coming.
He tore out of the river, plowed into me, and knocked me down.
We ran through the bottoms, following my dogs. I thought the ghost coon was going back to the sycamore log but he didn’t.
He ran upriver. While hurrying after them, I looked over at Rainie.
For once in his life, I think he was excited. He was whooping and screaming, and falling over logs and limbs.
I felt good all over. Glancing over at me, Rainie said, “They ain’t got him yet.”
The ghost coon crossed the river time after time. Seeing that he couldn’t shake Old Dan and Little Ann from his trail,
he cut through the river bottoms and ran out into an old field.
At this maneuver, Rubin said to Rainie, “He’s heading for that tree.” “What tree?” I asked.
“You’ll see,” Rainie said. “When he gets tired, he always heads for that tree. That’s where he gets his name, the ghost coon. He just disappears.”
“If he disappears, my dogs will disappear with him,” I said.
Rainie laughed. I had to admit one thing. The Pritchard boys knew the habits of the ghost coon.
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