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But nobody cared if he did leave part of his coat or even 

 a scrap of his skin hanging on a casual thorn. The 

 stalwart keeper following hard after the dogs, discovered 

 speedily where the fugitive had gone to holt. It was a 

 more awkward place to get at than before from the 

 presence of a tough tree root in the bank, and the old 

 man had limped leisurely up to the spot before the beast 

 was caught. Caught it was at last, however, and badger 

 number two shared the fate and the sack of badger 

 number one. Slowly the little procession moved away ; 

 the bag with the badgers in it slung on a pole between 

 two keepers, like the grapes that came from Eshcol. 



