76 THE LIFE OF A FOXHOUND. 



tongue. The rest now clustered round the 

 leader, who, managing to stick and cling to 

 the ivy, got some dozen feet from the ground. 



'* He's gone to tree, sir," said Will Sykes, 

 exultingly, as he threw himself from the 

 saddle. 



" That he has," returned the Squire, 

 scarcely knowing which to be — more 

 astonished or pleased. 



To the infinite surprise of the field, who 

 came dropping up one by one, they saw the 

 huntsman drag a fox by the brush from a 

 hollow in the tree, and catching him by the 

 neck to prevent the visitation of his grinders, 

 hold him up over his head with a halloo that 

 might wake the dead. 



" Who-whoop, who- whoop! " cried Tom 

 Holt. 



"Who- whoop, who- who- whoop ! " hallooed 

 Ned Adams, in his good and choice voice, 

 which always had the effect of working us 

 into a frenzy. 



" He'd give us a run now," lisped a young 

 gentleman in pink, ** if he was turned down 

 and had a little law given him." 



I could have bitten his head off. 



"My hounds deserve their fox, sir," replied 



