Hoof Beats 



quis breathes deep and rises gallantly at an ugly 

 stone wall, and once over goes hock-deep in a soft 

 spot in a plowed field, where the water has run 

 down from above. But he struggles out, laboring 

 painfully as he gallops across the heavy furrows, 

 just in time to see the Yorkshire Lad's tail in the 

 air disappearing over a post and rail, and down 

 the side of a hill. Then Fullerton tries to check 

 him in order to save his wind, but the Marquis 

 will have none of it, — he has wind and plenty to 

 spare! "There he goes, there he goes, there he 

 goes," the cry hangs in his ears, and he cunningly 

 takes the post and rail where a bar is cracked, lest 

 he should come to grief, and goes plunging down 

 the hill. 



A stream of icy water flows rapidly at the 

 bottom, and he does not hesitate, for he sees the 

 Yorkshire Lad climb dripping out on the other 

 side, but holds his nose above the water and 

 struggles to keep his feet on the shifting sandy 

 bottom. It takes all of his strength and cunning 

 to scale the slippery bank, but he's safely up at 

 last and hears the hounds again. 



"There he goes, there he goes, there he goes," 

 he cocks his ears forward and harks to the joyous 

 refrain. Now the Yorkshire Lad is barely a field 

 ahead and is showing the effect of the pace. Ful- 

 lerton does not urge the Marquis now, indeed he 

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