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"hit it" into the lane, saw a gap in the 

 covert and put them in. 



They had not been in long before they 

 started to speak. I cheered them, and they 

 got together and ran through the top quarter, 

 turned back, came right down the wood to the 

 bottom, and he was then just going away 

 when he met two horsemen. They blanched 

 him, and he turned short back up the covert, 

 out and away over Hatley Park, up to Walk 

 Wood, away to Wrestlingworth Plantation, 

 turned down this over the Hatley and Wrest- 

 lingworth road, down to New England farm, 

 where they checked. I held them to the left. 

 " No." Back to the right, away they went up 

 to Tadlow Church, over the road, down 

 Tadlow Bottoms, and I kept " hitting it " into 

 the field and out, and field after field were all 

 fresh sown. So we went on. One gentleman 

 said to Mr. Lindsell, who was with us : 



" I think I'll go home. He'll never catch 

 him. Why, the fool keeps running hares ! " 



" Well," Mr. Lindsell said, " don't go yet. 

 Stop and see what the * fool ' does do." 



