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him up, Tom, and draw for another ; it's no use 

 persevering with this cold scent/' 



^' He is taking a good line, my lord, pointing 

 for the Belvoir country ; and if we can get on 

 better terms we shall have a capital run/' 



" Never mind, stop the hounds ; he will do for 

 another day." 



" I would kill him,'' said Dick, *' as sure as he's 

 got a brush, if I had my way with him." 



"Who's that old gentleman?" inquired the 

 master, hearing Dick's bold assertion. 



" My uncle, my lord," replied Tom, touching his 

 cap ; " sent down by his master in Hants to see how 

 we do things here/' 



" Then, by Jove ! he shall have his way. 

 What's his name ? " 



" Dick Woodcraft," my lord. 



Riding up to him, the master said, "So you 

 say you could recover this fox, and kill him, pro- 

 vided you have your own way ? You shall have 

 it ; go on." 



" Thanks, my lord," touching his hat continually 

 all the time he was addressed ; " but, begging your 

 lordship's pardon, when they begins to run again 

 I can't keep company with them on this old- 

 fashioned hunter/' 



" Ah ! I see, — good, no doubt, in the rough 

 country you come from ; but we will set you right 

 in that respect. Tom, let your uncle have your 

 second horse." 



" Yes, my lord ; " and in a minute Dick had 

 deserted Ploughman, and was standing b}^ the 



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