4^ TALES OF PINK AND SILK. 



top end, and as they were approaching it up wind, the first 

 whipper-in galloped forward, and the huntsman bleAv a stirring 

 blast on his horn to give a timely warning of their approach 

 to any vulpine occupant of the snug little place. 



"There's sure to be a gallop to-day, and I shall miss 

 it, Miss Bellermy," said young Waller. " Isn't it rough luck ? " 



"Oh, you must give Sultan a chance," replied that 

 young lady. " I'm sure he's fitter than he looks, and I've 

 seen him jump very nicely with you out cub-hunting 

 once or twice." 



" If we run hard for fifteen minutes he'll be done, and 

 I shall never see you again to-day," said Waller in a 

 mournful voice. 



"Oh, I'll stop and take pity on you," laughed Miss 

 Bellermy. 



" I wish you would take pity on a fellow, Bessie." If 

 you only knew " 



" Fo'rard, away — y ! " 

 * " Hark ! Jim's viewed him away. I'll be pilot to- 

 day, and I'll not lead you into trouble. May we go. Sir 

 Charles?" to the Master. 



" Half a minute, please. Miss Bellermy," replied Sir Charles. 

 " Now you may be off," he says a little later, as the pack 

 could be seen streaming away from the covert, and the 

 twang of the huntsman's horn told that he was away 

 with them. 



" The Druid " tells us how it was on a foggy morning, 

 in a fast thing from Bradley Wood to Irby Holme, that 

 the powers of the great Lincolnshire Peter Simple were 

 first discovered ; the leaders could not shake off what 

 appeared to be a phantom stealing away through the 

 mist. As it was with the grey son of Arbutus, so was 

 it with our black friend Sultan. Hounds did not race, 

 but they kept pegging away at a good hunting pace over 



