CHAPTER XIX 

 CAPTAIN SHABBYHOUNDE — Concluded 



•O a stranger, or a man 

 like Shabbyhounde, who 

 never looks to hounds, 

 a ring is as good as a 

 line, and he reached 

 Cottesbrooke, after 

 running down nearly to 

 Little Creaton, without 

 being aware that they 

 had not been going 

 straight. At Cottes- 

 brooke the pace in- 

 creased, and the fox 

 making for Thornby Folly, turned a little towards 

 Naseby, and was finally run into in view in the large 

 fields where the two cross carving knives on the 

 map denote the battle to have been fought. The 

 new friends rode gallantly together, at least as far as 

 they went, nor was their cordiality diminished, by 

 the partnership "blowing up" they had received from 

 the Squire. 



As luck would have it, Mr. Milksop's horse began 

 to decline before they reached Thornby Folly. He 

 blundered and tripped, and at last fell on his head 

 on the far side of a fence. Shabbyhounde saw how 

 it was, and having alighted, picked up and scraped 



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