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mending the highway, but nothing would have 

 stopped the great devil then. Eight over the 

 Pulloxhill country we went. '* For'ard, 

 For'ard ! My beauties. What a run ! " 



Somewhere about there Mr. Lindsell, 

 jumped into a moat ; but I saw that he was 

 all right, and as the hounds were still run- 

 ning hard I could not stop. They ran 

 along the top of the hill, and I galloped into 

 Toddington. 



'' Here come the hunters ! " all the Todding- 

 ton children cried, " Tally-ho ! " 



'' Yes," I said as I galloped past. *' Here 

 they come, and a nice lot of them too. I'm all 

 by myself." 



I turned down a lane out of Toddington, 

 but I knew no more then where the hounds 

 were than the dead. Fortunately I had not 

 gone far when I saw them come right up 

 to that lane. Over a stile, and away we went, 

 pointing now for Hockliffe. My second horse 

 was by that time getting very much the worse 

 for wear. I turned round in my saddle, and 

 saw that Mr. Lindsell was now coming up 



