2i8 THE GREATEST RUN 



shot their bolt, and are strug"2flino- on with 

 bloodshot eyes, dropping into my wake as 

 I pass them. 



** Come on. Jack ! You must do it." 



" I can't. Look at Slicro." 



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Sligo was standing rocking at the foot of 

 the hill, with his back up and staring eye 

 — he was completely done. Could I get 

 up to that sky-line v/here the last trailing 

 hounds were disappearing ? It looked 

 desperate, but Faraway did it, and now I 

 must orive him a minute. I had dismounted 

 the last twenty yards to pull him up the top 

 edge of the scar. I could see about eleven 

 couple filing away along the ridge of the 

 moor half a mile ahead. Absolutely nothing 

 but ranore after rancje of barren moors was 

 now in sight ! Where was this strange 



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