Foam—A Razor-Backed Hog 
to run the hoofmarks through the woods. The 
wanderings of the band had ceased. All here had 
followed the leader, so it was easy to keep the trail 
for a quarter of a mile. Hill Billy kept it; then, 
sure of the main fact, he went back, unchained the 
five gaunt hounds, worshipped in libation to his 
god, took rifle in hand, and swung away with the 
long, free stride of the woodsman. 
Prunty was to head direct for Kogar’s Hill, and 
then guided by the sounds in the valley below make 
for the spot where the clamor of the dogs an- 
-nounced at length that the Razor-backs were at bay. 
Lizette went with her father. 
THE HOG WARRIOR AND THE HOUNDS 
The hounds showed little interest for a while, 
for the trail was cold, but Hill Billy kept them to 
it for a mile or two. Then there were plenty of 
signs of a pig band’s recent visit, and Billy was 
relieved of the labor of trailing, for now the scent 
was fresh, and the hounds grew keen. 
Then loud musical baying rang in the forest as 
they trailed and blew their hunting blasts. There 
were sounds of going in the distance, of rushing 
through grass and thickets, and short squeals, 
and some deeper sounds more guttural, and ever 
the baying of the hounds. 
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