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moor to my horse. I had not a match, so as 

 to examine the mouths of the hounds, but, as 

 far as I could judge, they had not killed, I 

 could find no blood — perhaps if they had run 

 into him they had not managed to do more 

 than just kill. I drained my flask, and led 

 my horse down the Ingleby incline, reaching 

 at length Ingleby village. 



When I got to the inn, to my surprise, 

 there was Bob Brunton, who, having lost all 

 trace of us in Kildale, whither he had 

 tracked us, had ridden on here with Richard 

 Spink of the Bilsdale, where, night over- 

 taking them, they had sought shelter and 

 refreshment. Bob, on seeing me, literally 

 hugged me, and swore I ought to be 

 knighted. We got the hounds bedded in a 

 barn and fed, and my horse gruelled, and 



