A RECORD RUN 117 



To the granary we went en masse, and there, surely 

 enough, curled up in the corner of an old sack was a 

 wretched bedraggled creature, which bore some kind of 

 resemblance to a fox. 



" First time ever I saw a fox sweating in the coat, 

 gen'lmen," grinned the huntsman as he raked up the 

 miserable animal with his crop. 



" And begad, it's the first time during my ten years 



of mastership that I've hunted a d d red herring to 



find a half-drowned ' bagman ' at the end of the run. 

 Where's Sanders? Hang him ! " roared the Master. 



" Gone to look at his fat beasts, sir," suggested one 

 of the field. 



