138 Seventy Tears a Master. 



King, my Whipper-in, went across to the 

 Four Acres. There the beaters were all ready 

 to go through the covert. I rode up for a 

 word with them. 



'^ Now, don't holloa, if you find him," I 

 said, ''but just whistle." Bob and I went 

 down to the gate, he watching the outside 

 while I had my eye down the ride, when we 

 heard a whistle. 



"By Jove! They've found him," I said, 

 anxiously watching the ride in the expectation 

 of seeing him come over. Bob called back : 



'' Here he is. And what a great devil, to 

 be sure." The deer walked quietly out, and 

 trotted across the park. '' Keep your eye on 

 him," I said to Baily, ''and I'll go and fetch 

 the hounds." 



Riding back to the farm, I found the Field 

 rather impatiently waiting. " Now, gentle- 

 men," I told them, "you can make your 

 minds up for a ' buster.' He's the biggest 

 animal I ever hunted. Let 'em out Bob." 



Gently together, hounds "full of fire," we 

 trotted them over the park to where Baily 



