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breaks away. We meet with enough 

 disappointments which can't be avoided, 

 throughout a season, without having such as 

 these thrust upon us." 



* ' But we are continually so stopped in cub- 

 hunting," returned Rubicon. 



" That's quite a different matter," said 

 Trimbush. " There are then two or three 

 brace of 'em afoot, perhaps, and they get 

 headed back as well as ourselves. We can 

 always reckon, too, upon plenty of sport at 

 that time; but at the end of a season, when 

 foxes are thin, it ' ' 



At this moment I winded the glorious scent 

 again, and, throwing my tongue, bang a great 

 dark-coloured fox went across a ride. Trim- 

 bush cut short his harangue, and, forgetting 

 the cause of his anger, flew to my side, and 

 away we rattled. 



*' Have at him ! " hallooed Will. " Have 

 at him, darlings ! Yoiks, have at him ! ' ' 



Up went Tom Holt's cap again. 



"All right, sir," I heard him say. **As 

 fine a dog-fox as ever was seen." 



Through the furze we dashed, and out 

 burst more than two-thirds of us close to his 

 brush. 



