CHAPTER XIX 



CAPTAIN SHABBVHOUXDE — CONXLUDED 



^'^fe'j;^-'i,-==.:^-__ """"'"11 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 nearlj'to Little 

 Creaton, without being aware 

 that the_v had not been going 

 straight. At Cottesbrooke 

 the pace increased, and the 

 fox making for Thornb\' Folly, turned a little towards Naseby, 

 and was finally run into 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. Shabby- 

 hounde saw how it was, and, having alighted, picked up and 

 scraped his acquaintance, as the late Mr. Hood would have 



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