98 THE LIFE OF A FOXHOUND. 



** And you standing at the top," returned 

 the Squire, ** when you must hear that the 

 body is well settled to him, halloo them away. 

 What could be your object? " 



'* I thought the stragglers " 



Would rather fly to their tongues than to 

 your foolish halloo, ' ' interrupted the Squire, 

 " or you ought to have thought so." 



" You see," added Trimbush, " I was 

 right. But all young 'uns think they know 

 everything, and the study and experience of 

 the oldsters go for nothing." 



We had now given him such a dusting that 

 he could hang no longer, and Tom, holding up 

 his hat at the farthest end of the brake up 

 wind, quietly announced that he had gone 

 away. 



Following Will, crashing through the 

 furze, I heard Tom say to him, " He's just 

 crossed the road," pointing with his whip to 

 the exact spot. 



We flew in a body to it, and, taking up the 

 scent, away we went. 



*' Get on," said Trimbush, " and we may, 

 perhaps, shake off the rabble and have a run. 

 It's our only chance." 



We carried a fine head across the first field 



