THE LIFE OF A FOXHOUND. 175 



regarding in silent horror their miserable 

 companion. It is impossible to convey the 

 effect produced upon the communication made 

 thus briefly by Trimbush. Every one seemed 

 not to know what to do or say, until Gameboy, 

 with a white thick foam dropping from his 

 jaw, sprung upon his feet and rushed towards 

 them. A wild bull would not have scattered 

 us more completely. Frenzied with fear, we 

 flew from the maddened wretch, who rushed 

 staggering at everything in his way, and 

 snapping his jaws with that fury which the 

 mad can only show. 



•• Get from him," said Trimbush, in a 

 thick husky voice, and exhibiting the greatest 

 terror. ** Pray get from him. It's death if 

 he touches ye." 



The noise in the kennel now became furious. 

 All were stricken with fright, and the howling 

 and cries were most appalling. 



It could scarcely have continued more than 

 a minute, however, when the stentorian 

 voices of Will Sykes and Ned Adams were 

 heard, calling for " quiet," accompanied by 

 the cracks of a heavy thong. 



** Thanks be to the saints! " exclaimed 

 Trimbush, " assistance is at hand." 



