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and I won't go another yard for you or any- 

 body." 



''It's no use me going on alone," said 

 Tom. *' I don't know a yard of this country." 



So they went back to John Walker's place 

 at Eaton Socon and stayed there the night. 



One evening, after meeting the fox- 

 hounds at Everton and enjoying a thoroughly 

 good day, we dined with Mr. King, at 

 Potton. After dinner the conversation 

 naturally turned to the day's sport. A 



gentleman (who we will call Mr. C ) was 



one of the guests, and I remembered that 

 I had not seen much of him during the latter 

 part of the day's hunting. We had found 

 in White Wood, ran over Tempsford Bottoms, 

 right-handed up to Highfields, and on up 

 to Eltisley. I did not remember our friend 



C in that run, and enquired where he had 



got to. 



*'0h," said he, "that was all due to my 

 brute of a horse. Soon after we found, I 

 dropped my whip and had to get off to pick it 

 up. Then he would not let me get on again, 



