Little Warhorse 
the Rabbits were running ahead in every direc- 
tion. After five miles—and that took about 
three hours—the word for the wings to close in 
was given. The space between the men was 
shortened up till they were less than ten feet 
apart, and the whole drive converged on the 
corral with its two long guide wings or fences; 
the end lines joined these wings, and the sur- 
round was complete. The drivers marched 
rapidly now; scores of the Rabbits were killed 
as they ran too near the beaters. Their bodies 
strewed the ground, but the swarms seemed to 
increase; and in the final move, before the vic- 
tims were cooped up in the corral, the two-acre 
space surrounded was a whirling throng of 
skurrying, jumping, bounding Rabbits. Round 
and round they circled and leaped, looking for a 
chance to escape; but the inexorable crowd 
grew thicker as the ring grew steadily smaller, 
and the whole swarm was forced along the chute 
into the tight corral, some to squat stupidly in the 
middle, some to race round the outer wall, some 
to seek hiding in corners or under each other. 
And the Little Warhorse— where was he in 
all this? The drive had swept him along, and 
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