Echoes of the Hunting Horn 



use was to catch foxes, and until this morning they had 

 been unaware of that fact. 



" If this fellow breaks, let him go," called the Master 

 from the wood. The cry came nearer. A brown snout 

 poked through the briars at a gap in the wall. I sat 

 motionless. 



He listened a moment, then scampered across the 

 road, hopped over a wall, and raced for the open. 



I felt convinced that this was the hunted cub but, 

 nevertheless, I refrained from calling " Gone Away." 

 With so many foxes afoot one could not be sure. How- 

 ever, when hounds came crashing towards me I had no 

 further doubts about their pilot and gave vent to a 

 rousing " Gone Away ! " for the benefit of the Master, 

 who was still in the wood. 



He was nearer than I thought, for I hadn't long to 

 wait. I was watching the last of the tail-hounds leaving 

 the wood when I heard his horse jump on to the road- 

 way behind me. 



" Why didn't you go on with them ? " he called, as 

 he popped across the second wall. My answer was to 

 pop across it also and loose my horse's head behind the 

 racing pack. 



My horse didn't seem particular as to what angle or 

 at what place he met a wall. He skimmed them like 

 a swallow. 



I was beginning to appreciate the speed of the Blazers 

 when I realized that our youthful pilot had been thinking 



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