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although the hounds were by no means pointing 

 in that direction. It was exactly as if the dog 

 had said to himself: 'No, no! You're the 

 same fox, I know, that gave us the slip once 

 before ; but you're not going to play us that 

 trick again.' 



''Tip's deduction was accurately correct; for 

 the fox, after a turn or tw^o in cover, put his 

 nose directly for Gray's Holts ; hoping, beyond 

 a doubt, to gain that city of refuge once more, 

 and then to whisk his brush in the face of his 

 foes. But in this manoeuvre he was fairly out- 

 generalled by the dog's tactics. Tip had taken 

 the short cut — the chord of the arc — and, as 

 the hounds raced by at some distance off, there 

 I saw him," continued Russell, "dancing about 

 on Gray's Holts, throwing his tongue frantically, 

 and doing his utmost, by noise and gesture, to 

 scare away the fox from approaching the earths. 



" Perfect success crowned the manoeuvre : 

 the fox, not daring to face the lion in his path, 

 gave the spot a wide berth ; while the hounds, 

 carrying a fine head, passed on to the heather, 

 and after a clinking run killed him on the 

 open moor." 



Tip scarcely ever missed a day for several 

 seasons, and never appeared fatigued, though 

 he occasionally went from fifteen to twenty 

 miles to cover. He died at last from asthma 

 in the Chorley earths, Russell having dug up 



