20 MISS BADSWORTH, M.F.H. i 



I 

 into a patch of rushes. A stiff hare made but a poor effort, ; 



and at the next ditch the end came. 1 



" Perhaps you never had one before," the Squire said, ! 



bringing the scut across to Jack; "anyway a Cornish one. 

 Somehow you don't look Hke a man who despises 'jelly ; 

 dogs'. The best school for hunting that there is, sir; one '• 



learns patience and observation." 



"Just what I've been thinking all the morning," Jack 

 replied. " I've learnt a lot." 



" Well, it's never too late, is it? Now we'll go down to 

 Padstow's and have a bit of bread and cheese and a glass of 

 cider. It's warm, but this sun will film over later." 



And they went, and Jack learnt something of Cornish 

 hospitality. 



