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below the ridge he silently steals away, not 

 one even suspects that he has risen, much less 

 catches a glimpse of his crouching form. 



The squire, however, has viewed him ; his 

 hand proclaims it, raised to command silence 

 and allow a reasonable start to the jack, who 

 still moves stealthily in the hope of getting away 

 unobserved. But the moment the squire cheers 

 the hounds on to his line he knows that he 

 has been seen, instantly abandons his slinking 

 tactics and breaks into a gallop, his head 

 pointed straight for his native hills. 



It was an exhilarating moment for Sir Tudor, 

 and as he settled down to ride, what with the 

 pleasant undulations of his horse, what with the 

 freshness of the morning and the wildness of 

 the country, above all with the thought that 

 his little companions in a hundred hunts were 

 chiming on the scent of their first Cornish 

 hare, he would not have changed seats with King 

 George. 



He kept sufficiently close to the pack to 

 observe the niceties of the chase and help the 

 hounds in case of a check ; but they held on, 

 straight as a crow might fly, in the direction of 

 Chun Castle. 



There the hare stopped for the first time 

 and looked back. His glance, which took in 



