70 THE LIFE OF A FOXHOUND. 



rattled in a body, as close as a swarm of 

 bees. 



*' They won't over-ride us to-day," 

 remarked I. 



** Not if the scent lasts as good as it is," 

 replied Trimbush; ** but that's doubtful." 



For fifteen minutes we burst him along as 

 hard as we could split. The day was fine and 

 warm, and, sinking the wind, the pace began 

 to tell most terribly upon some of us young 

 ones. 



** I feel very choky," said I, doing my best 

 to keep my place. 



" Hold on," returned Trimbush. " He 

 must have crossed the Kulm stream, and there 

 we shall get a cooling plunge." 



In a handful of seconds we neared the 

 water, and dashed into it with as much 

 delight as a flock of thirsty ducks. 



" Now," said Trimbush, " you'll be able to 

 reach the brake, where, I'd bet my stern to a 

 buck rabbit's scut, he'll hang as long as he can 

 and dare." 



" Why so? " inquired I. 



"Why so! " repeated Trimbush, rather 

 contemptuously. " Because he must know by 

 this time that he can't outrun us. The scent's 



