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it? The judge is old, and as deaf as a post, and will 

 certainly not dream of jumping anything, but will go a 

 long way round. The hare is sure to make for yonder 

 coppice ; you go off there, and, mind you, we must win!^ 



A nod is as good as a wink to a blind horse. So the 

 trainer, disguised as a chaw-bacon, took his post at the spot 

 indicated by his master. As they expected, the hare and 

 dogs came rushing to the covert, and some time afterwards 

 the judge came toiling up. To his question, " Did you see 

 the dogs? " the disguised trainer replied, " Ees, that I did ; 

 and gin the black 'un were mine, I'd hang 'un, for he's 

 good for nawt." The judge went back at once, and called 

 out " Red ! " to the great glee of the trainer and his master. 



