A Cubbing Ruse, 75 



been such a fool as to shoot one right away 

 from them." But surely he had. Out of a 

 rackway he presently came, and I could see 

 by his pocket that he had got him. My 

 temper was up. 



" I've got him," he called out. 



'' Got him ! You d n fool," I yelled, 



'' Why on earth did you want to shoot one 

 while the hounds were at the other end of the 

 wood ? " 



But we had to make the best of it. So I 

 tied my thong round the cub's neck, and then 

 said to the keeper, " Now, wait until I get 

 half across that stubble field, and then ' holloa ' 



like the ." Away I went, drew him 



under the hedgeside, then on to a bit of tilth, 

 up a furrow, where I dropped him a little way 

 from the wood. 



I galloped back and '' halloa'd-away " until 

 Jack Ward heard me. He came, all the 

 hounds with him. I said '' Wait a minute, 

 Jack. Let's count them." I ran my eye over 

 them — 29 couples. They were all on but one, 



