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until lie vacated it of his own accord to handle his 

 fox. 



" Well done, indeed !" exclaimed the master, in 

 an ecstasy of delight ; " you have redeemed your 

 pledge gloriously, Woodcraft. The run of the sea- 

 son, or of any season, something like the old Coplow, 

 though not quite so long, and the wind in the same 

 quarter ; but how could you guess so well the line 

 of your fox ? '' 



" I was whipper-in to Mr. Goosey, the duke's 

 huntsman, for three seasons,'' was his reply. 



" Ah ! the mystery is explained now," added the 

 master. 



