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side of the moor, where beyond Trevescan it 

 slopes gently to the sea, they were in difficulties. 

 The hare had run along a stone wall, returned 

 a score yards on his trail, leapt into the track 

 it bordered, and gone off in the direction of his 

 cliff retreat, now his goal. 



There for the first time the squire came to 

 their aid. He solved the mystery of the wall 

 in vain, for the track held no scent, and he was 

 face to face with defeat. 



Hearing a shout, he looked up and saw a 

 man on a bank waving his hat. 



" Did you see her, my man ? " said he, riding 

 up to him. 



'' I did, sir, and flinged this pollack at her, 

 and turned her." 



"Was she done up?" 



*' Not a bit, for when I heaved the fish, she 

 took down along over they rocks there, like a 

 ball of fire. But if you're going down to the 

 point, you'd better leave hoss and hounds behind, 

 'Tes no place for they." 



Taking the hint. Sir Tudor left his mare 

 and the hounds in charge of the whipper-in, and 

 casting his eyes right and left as he went in 

 the hope of seeing the hare, made his way to 

 the extremity of the headland. 



*' What do you call this point ? " 



