6 THE OLD PACK 



you'd better come with me," says the 

 governor, and leads the way to one side of 

 the, so to say, point of the covert. Mean- 

 while, hounds have found, and are pushing 

 their quarry busily about the thick stuff. 

 So you are not surprised, on hearing a 

 cough, to look round and find the bulk of 

 the field silently waiting behind you. Not 

 the men these to spoil their own sport. 



Just then a magnificent dog-fox goes away 

 not two-score yards in front of you. All 

 are silent until he has disappeared through 

 the next fence, and then a cheery "tally-ho" 

 bursts from nearly everyone. But the pack 

 requires no assistance, for they are close at 

 his heels, and like a waterfall they pour out 

 of covert, under, over, and through the 

 fence. A slight swing, a hover, and they 

 are away ! Master and man come pounding 



