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' Tally-lio ! ' shouted a ploughman, whose 

 team bolted up the furrow best pace the mo- 

 ment that they heard hounds running the other 

 side of the fence. 



' Do you view him ? ' said Eeginald. 



' Yes, sir, a's joost gone across the adlant 

 (headland).' 



One more big grass field, and as hounds 

 scramble through the next fence, up go their 

 heads. One or two of the fastest race away from 

 the body of the pack. The gallant quarry 

 hears them coming closer, closer ; now he half 

 turns and snaps viciously at the leading hound, 

 but ere he can crawl another yard he is no more. 

 As Reginald lands over the fence, he sees 

 them pull him down. At the same moment 

 Berkeley, one of the thrusters who safely nego- 

 tiated the brook, tumbled head over heels into 

 the field. 



^You found he had plenty of pace, didn't 

 you ? ' said Acton, as the two friends rode home 

 that afternoon. 



' Pace, my dear fellow ! he hardly went out 



