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Mark, for he always coupled the we in all 

 relating to us and our doings. 



'' No," replied Will. '* The season's too 

 forward, and the Squire said yesterday he 

 would only hunt twice more." 



" That's bad news," observed Trimbush. 

 " However," said he, " the noses on the 

 kennel-door show that we have given a good 

 account of our foxes." 



" The devil's own is not there," replied I. 

 ' •■ How is that ? ' ' 



" No," rejoined the old hound. '* His 

 head was sent to be mounted as a cup, I heard 

 Tom tell Ned Adams, and it is always to be 

 placed in the middle of the table at the hunt- 

 dinner." 



"I'm glad of that," returned I. 



" No doubt you are," added Trimbush, 

 * ' and so am I. It will be a lasting record of a 

 run that, if equalled, was never beaten." 



** What was the time, do you suppose? " 

 inquired I. 



" Not a minute less than five hours," 

 responded my companion. 



** How proud the Squire and all of them 

 were upon our return ! " said I. 



" Yes," rejoined the old hound. " I 



