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" Hang that conceited ass !" cries an old sports- 

 man. " I told him he had no business at that point, 

 unless he wished to spoil our run, and he has done 

 it." 



The body of the pack came with an impetus out 

 of covert, and in their eagerness flash beyond where 

 the fox had been headed. 



"Hark! back! hark!" vociferated Jem, with a 

 crack of his ponderous thong, turning them in a 

 moment. " Old Saracen has it ! hoic, to him, hoic \" 

 and the pack is lost to sight, running sharply back 

 inside the wood hedge, down to the drive, where still 

 sat Will Headman in his saddle, patiently awaiting 

 the expected result. 



"Hah! here he comes;" when he heard the 

 rustling of the fallen leaves and in a second the fox 

 sprang across the drive, with a bound like that of a 

 greyhound. Yet no scream issued from Headman's 

 lips. The hounds were well upon the line, at a pace 

 which could not be improved. 



