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negotiable place, and as Reginald knew he 

 could trust Independent at timber, he steadied 

 him, and he jumped it beautifully; out of the 

 lane through a hairy place where he lost his 

 cap, but the pace was much too good to stop for 

 it. Acton, who was a good horseman, followed 

 Reginald over the gate into the road, and out 

 again into the next field. Hounds were posi- 

 tively running away from them, and even those 

 who were galloping along a road parallel to 

 the line could hardly hold their own. Reginald 

 could just live with them, that was all ; the 

 flyers of the hunt were struggling along, doing 

 all they knew to keep on terms. Crash went the 

 fences right and left in his rear, and already 

 mother earth had received several salutations. 

 On they ran, and now Foxley Gorse was within 

 a field of them. 



' Did you view him, Gadby ? ' yelled Regi- 

 nald, as he galloped past a farmer whom he 

 knew well. 



' A's bin gone about a minute and a 'arf, 

 Mester Miller. It's a great big woindin' dog 



