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master reaching the spot with two of his first- 

 flight men, where some of the hounds were still 

 rolling on the ground, man and fox had dis- 

 appeared. 



" Halloa ! " quoth the master, " here's a go ! they 

 have eaten the fox, of course, as I see part of his 

 head sticking out from Jowler's jaws ; but what's 

 become of Jack Martin ?" 



" Eaten him, too, I suppose," said Tom Hark- 

 away, laughing. " Hungry enough to eat a horse, 

 old fellow, as you have given them no victuals for 

 two days past. But hark ! hark ! I hear the cry 

 of some hounds forward still crossed the line of 

 another fox come on !" and away goes Harkaway, 

 full tilt, laughing and screeching, with the posse 

 comitatus in close attendance for nearly a mile, 

 where the missing hounds were found, baying round 

 a stunted oak. 



" Ha ! ha ! ha ! " cried Tom, almost bursting 

 with laughter. " Treed their Martin, by jingo ! 

 after eating their fox ! Ho ! ho ! ho ! This is a 

 go, indeed ! Halloa, Jack, what d'ye do up 

 there?" 



"Too glad to get there, sir, for 'twere a near 

 thing, as that red devil of a dog snapped at my 

 trews as I were climbing up the tree, and tore a 

 bit off of 'em/' 



" Well, never mind, Jack, a miss is as good as a 

 mile ; and as you stink as much as the fox, get 

 down whilst we take the hounds away, and I'll 

 give you five shillings for another run/' 



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