198 SPORTING REMINISCENCES 



The man who had got the start looked back, 

 hesitated and jumped slap into them. 



The thunder of language which rumbled across 

 the green fields reduced him to quiet at the time, 

 •but evidently he thought it over, for next day a 

 letter came to the Master. Of course he was very 

 sorry and all that, but he really did not think that 

 he deserved so much abuse for . . . must acknow- 

 ledge that when a fellow got away alone like that 

 and hounds threw up their heads it was hang 

 hard luck I 



Wrongdoing out hunting is almost inwardly 

 followed by a check and retribution ; it is only 

 once in a lifetime that one sneaks away with two 

 couple and they go on. Out of Russ in the stone- 

 wall country, two and a half couple streaked for 

 Adare and two men streaked after them ; their 

 glory was short-lived. In three fields heads were 

 up and the two looked for covert. As close 

 to a high wall as they could, but a head peered 

 over it and a remorseless silky voice spoke to 

 them. 



" Now, gentlemen, if you've quite finished 

 making your cast, perhaps you'd kindly tell me 

 where my fox has gone to." 



One tells it as a good joke against himself, the 

 other was hurt and offended. 



The most eloquently patient look I ever saw on 

 a Master's face was some years ago, when a 

 very young girl and he reached a wired fence at 



