Ii8 HARK FORRARD! 



fox. A turned oop ter t' roight 'and when a 

 saad ma.' 



Here came a momentary check, as hounds 

 carried it right up to the fence and threw their 

 heads up. Reginald, however, with one note of 

 his horn, quickly had them on the line again, and 

 they set to, to run as hard as ever. This slight 

 check, however, gave the first flight an oppor- 

 tunity to get on better terms. Into the road 

 raced hounds, and out again, and then swinging 

 sharp to the left, like a troop of cavalry wheeling 

 at the gallop, they headed straight for Foxley 

 Brook. Reginald knew that it was a nasty 

 rotten-banked one, and as he also knew of a 

 ford a couple of hundred yards to the right, and 

 hounds were heading that way, he galloped for 

 it. Here was a chance for the front rank to get 

 on still better terms, so sitting down and put- 

 ting on all steam, six of them charged it. One 

 got over, three got in, and two stopped on the 

 other side. On still went hounds, the field grow- 

 ing more and more select, and for ten minutes 

 more Reginald literally had hounds to himself. 



