(Anthony Trollope 



this time Lord Rufford was off his horse, and had taken hold 

 of Larry. 



' I '11 tell you all what it is,' screamed Goarly, standing 

 just at the end of his own field — ' if a hound comes out of 

 the wood on to my land, I '11 shoot him. I don't know 

 nothing about p'isoning, though I dare say Mr. Twentyman 

 does. But if a hound comes on my land, I '11 shoot him — 

 open, before you all.' There was, however, no danger of 

 such a threat being executed on this day, as, of course, 

 no hound would be allowed to go into Dillsborough 

 Wood. 



Twentyman was reluctantly brought back into the meadow 

 where the horses were standing, and then a consultation 

 was held as to what they should do next. There were some 

 who thought that the hounds should be taken home for the 

 day. It was as though some special friend of the U.R.U. 

 had died that morning, and that the spirits of the sports- 

 men were too dejected for their sport. Others, with prudent 

 foresight, suggested that the hounds might run back from 

 some distant covert to Dillsborough, and that there should 

 be no hunting till the wood had been thoroughly searched. 

 But the strangers, especially those who had hired horses, 

 would not hear of this ; and after considerable delay it was 

 arranged that the hounds should be trotted off as quickly 

 as possible to Impington Gorse, which was on the other 

 side of Impington Park, and fully five miles distant. And 

 so they started, leaving the dead fox in the hands of Bean 

 the gamekeeper. 



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