THE LIFE OF A FOXHOUND. 69 



" I told you so," said Trimbush. " We 

 were too close to him, and he headed back to 

 make the distance greater at the burst." 



I now sniffed the scent again, and, thinking 

 I was showing off, made as much noise as I 

 possibly could. 



" Keep your tongue still," snapped Trim- 

 bush. " Like most puppies, two-legged and 

 four, if they possess a good voice, they seldom 

 exhibit equal good sense in using it." 



Twing, twing, twang, twa — a — ng, went 

 Will Sykes's horn, as he jammed his horse 

 through bush and briar. 



"For'ard, for'ard," shouted Tom Holt. 

 ** Get to him, hounds, get to him." 



*' Come along," said Trimbush. " Stick 

 tome." 



** What a clean, fine, lengthy fellow he 

 is! " I heard some one remark. ** His 

 point's Picton Brake." 



" Yes," replied another. ** His brush must 

 be two feet : and what a snowy tag to it ! " 



*' Indeed! " observed Trimbush. '* Then 

 we'll give it such a dusting as to change its 

 colour pretty quickly." 



A bunch of old hounds flew out of cover 

 with us, and, taking up the scent, away we 



