THE BEST RUN I EVER SAW, 27 



" Stop him," cried the Master, " get off and stop 

 him." 



A whip jumped off and went into the field. Two 

 or three more hounds took this as a signal to join the 

 first. 



" Put 'em on to me," cried the Master, "or they'll 

 be away." 



He rode across the bridge and turned into a 

 field. Seeing the dismounted whip couldn't stop the 

 wanderers, he then rode down to the brook and threw 

 the rest of the pack into the covert. Scarcely had he 

 done so when a hound opened. The field hastened 

 to follow the Master, for the ground was too boggy on 

 the covert side of the brook. 



Just then a hare broke away from the top of the 

 covert and went towards the right. Directly after the 

 leading hounds emerged on the very spot. 



"Ware hare! Ware hare!" cried some of the 

 field. 



" Do be quiet," shouted the Master. 



Sure enough, when the hounds got a little way up 

 the field they swung to the left. 



" Forrard, forrard ! " shrieked the Master, adding. 

 " I knew it was a fox." 



It was now our turn to get "forrard." A couple of 

 trappy fences and a covert without rides thinned the 

 field considerably, and at last some three or four of us 

 only come down to the brook. It is boggy enough 

 here, but we get over with a flounder, just as two 

 more do so lower down. 



We breast the slight rise which obstructs our view, 



