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A Run 



them, a few more follow, others enter by the gate a little 

 to the right, and wait about in the broad ride where the 

 birchleaves— bad for scent, as some suppose — lie thickly. 

 The rest follow Tom the whip, who has quietly stolen 

 round to the left corner of the covert, whence — not too 

 far forward, for Tom is cautious — he can obtain a view 

 if the fox breaks on that side and takes the line he took 



Tom tuens round with a Warning Finger 



before. Young Urbington is close behind Tom, and, 

 standing up in his stirrups, looking over the angle of the 

 fences, sees some hundred yards away down the hedge a 

 sight that immediately induces him to open his mouth. 

 Tom knows by a sort of instinct what Urbington is going 

 to do, and turns round with a warning finger, just in 

 time to stop the halloa which is rising to the young man's 

 lips ; for it is the fox, pausing a second to see if the road 



