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fore, feels himself in no condition for racing, 

 and tries all his cunning to elude us in 

 preference to facing the open. I don't 

 know," continued he, *' how the devil's own 

 regulates his meals; but I fancy he must sup 

 early, and go to bed long before cock-crow." 



At this moment Will Sykes glanced round, 

 and hallooed, " Give them more room, Ned, 

 and let them empty themselves." 



"Ay, ay," replied Ned, checking his horse 

 to leave greater space between himself and the 

 huntsman. 



" That's right," observed Trimbush. 

 ** There should always be plenty of room 

 between the second whip and the huntsman, 

 so that we may not be hurried when we want 

 to stop." 



** Then you intend," said I, resuming the 

 subject, '* then you intend " 



"To fly straight to the farthest end, or 

 opposite side of every cover he points for," 

 interrupted he, " and especially the moment 

 we are thrown into Berry brake, in order to 

 be on good terms with him at the burst. It's 

 our only chance," continued the old hound, 

 * * and if he beats us to-day, with the ground 

 in the order that it is, and this mild velvety 



