THE OLD PACK 41 



slipped. Confound it ! here we shall spend 

 the rest of the day. 



But what is that? Tally-ho, forrard ! It 

 is ride now, to see if the fast-sinking- varmint 

 will make his point. How the pack strive! 

 He will! He won't! Who-whoop! and 

 they roll him over under the very boundary 

 fence. Who-whoop ! Who-whoop ! 



Well, they can't say we haven't shown 

 them the trick this time. But who is this 

 who emerges from the lane on the left ? 

 The squire ! and the governor ! Presently 

 Will comes up to us. '' Please, captain, 

 squire says would you like a brush to put 

 with yours from the cut-'em-down countries?" 

 And, having said, explodes. 



Never mind ; there is worse fun than a 

 day with the Old Pack. 



