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lifted t oo . " We wull git him shure enough . ' ' 

 Silence again ; it needed not sight to see the 

 scene ahead, the stag was still able to break 

 the bay, but that sable dog was on his heels, 

 staunch and fleet, and it only was a question 

 of moments for another bark to snap out like 

 a fog-signal. Bad ground it was over which 

 to run fast, innumerable holes covered by 

 long grasses, and hidden burns burrowing 

 underground. " For Gowd's sake, mind the 

 holes, me' em ! There wull be no sic hurry 

 now, we wull haf him shure," besought Camp- 

 bell's trembling voice, but "me' em" sped 

 on, heedless of pitfalls, her long legs quick, 

 her feet unerring, until they seemed appre- 

 ciably nearer the blessed sound. The trio 

 paused ; this time it was her eyes that were 

 the first to pierce the mist's secrets. It was 

 only a darker shadow on the pall, but it was 

 enough. "I see him, Dewar; there, down 

 to the left ! " She was right, the dog's voice 

 said so. The race was over now, there was 

 nothing but to creep cautiously nearer to get 

 within easy shot ; but once more the stag 



