THE LIFE OF A FOXHOUND. 177 



'* I wonder where it will end," returned 

 Mark, joining the huntsman's side by the 



door. 



" Who can tell? " rejoined Will, bitterly. 

 " We may lose half of 'em, perhaps." 



** I noticed that he looked rather heavy 

 about the eyes, for a day or two, ' ' added the 

 feeder, " but I accounted for it through the 

 heat." 



'* It was only yesterday," said Will, " that 

 I gave him a dose of black brimstone and 

 lard, seeing that he was feverish." 



" It was a mercy no accident occurred to 

 ye," responded Mark. '*A mere scratch 

 from a tooth would have 



" What's this ? " interrupted a well-known 

 voice, and there stood our master, breathless 

 and exhausted with the speed he had used in 

 attending the summons to the fearful scene. 



*' Gameboy, sir," replied Will, pointing to 

 the convulsive and agonized hound, *' is mad 

 beyond a doubt." 



* 'Are there any more with such symptoms ? ' ' 

 hurriedly asked the squire, scrutinizing the 

 object of their painful attention and interest. 



** We have not had time for a careful 

 examination, sir," returned the huntsman; 



