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reached the main body at all. The burst was 

 so quick, that the field, too, couldn't get well 

 away with us, and the consequence was that 

 nearly all the horses were run to a standstill 

 before getting their second wind. 



" I begin to think," said Trimbush, still 

 the leader of the chosen few, *' that his point's 

 Gretwith rock, and if so, there's not a bush to 

 hold him for fifteen miles as straight as the 

 crow flies." 



" He can't last the distance," replied 

 Rubicon. " We shall run him from scent to 

 view in less than another mile." 



" So I think," rejoined Wildboy. *' His 

 red rag's hanging from his jaws worse than 

 mine, I know, and that feels like dried 

 chalk." 



** We shall come to soil presently," 

 returned Loyalty. " There's the Loam stream 

 not far a-head." 



'* Egad! " added Dashwood, *' but I wish 

 it was in my next stride. I'm blistered with 

 thirst." 



" I shouldn't be surprised," said Trim- 

 bush, " to find him try an artful move at the 

 Loam. Be careful, my hearts, and don't 

 flash forward on the opposite bank. Feel for 



