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so, the missing hound passed me, and followed 

 up the line ; thanks to its being a light coloured 

 one, I was enabled, by catching glimpses of it, 

 to follow this line for several miles, but then 

 lost sight of them all. 



After waiting on a hill for some time, over- 

 looking Tebay railway station, we, i.e., the 

 footmen followers, turned our steps for Cautley 

 Crag again. As I said before, it was a dog fox, 

 and I felt sure he woidd "ring" back to his 

 vixen. We waited there several hours, during 

 which time I blush to narrate that Jack's terrier 

 entered a rock hole and brought out three tiny 

 little cubs, no bigger than rats, and unfortunately 

 she had nipped them, as they were all dead. 



Under these circumstances, we thought the 

 best thing to do would be to return to Sedbergh, 

 and make what enquiries we could there. But 

 nobody had heard anything of them, and, to use 

 the squire's words, we were in a bonny mess. 

 "What shall we do?" someone enquired. "Get 

 something to eat, and see if we can make out 

 anything afterwards," I replied. 



