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the snow, those of a very large fox, undoubtedly 

 the multo-murderous villain. For awhile the 

 trail was clear enough, then it came to the river 

 and the habitual cunning of the animal was 

 shown. He reached the water at a long angle 

 pointing down stream and jumped into the 

 shallow, unfrozen current. But at the other 

 side there was no track leading out, and it was 

 only after long searching that, a quarter of a 

 mile higher up the stream, they found where 

 he had come out. The track then ran to the 

 top of Henley's high stone wall, where there 

 was no snow left to tell tales. But the patient 

 hunters persevered. When it crossed the smooth 

 snow from the wall to the high road there was 

 a difference of opinion. Some claimed that the 

 track went up, others down the road. But Jo 

 settled it, and after another long search they 

 found where apparently the same trail, though 

 some said a larger one had left the road to enter 

 a sheep-fold, and leaving this without harming 

 the occupants, the track-maker had stepped in 

 the footmarks of a countryman, thereby getting 

 to the moor road, along which he had trotted 

 straight to Dorley's farm. 



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