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make Ollt. The horses will be back di¬ 
rectly. Out the fire and get ready to 
ride. We’ll try to beat them back to 
Cassels Ford.” 
The horses came back; blankets were 
straightened, girths tightened and away 
we rode again, Nelson leading in a brisk 
canter. 
Now and then we’d stop to listen—to 
see if we could hear them coming down 
the other side. Not a sound save an 
occasional yelp from a dog behind. 
They were running »slower now. 
Cassels Ford once more and half past 
four. Not a sound from up the swamp. 
Half on hour passed while we sat and 
talked. A streak of red was growing in 
the east. The birds woke up, and be¬ 
gan to stir. 
“He must have shaken them off at 
last,” said Shaw. He had not spoken 
since we left the Cross Roads. 
“How-u.” A mile or so up the swamp 
rose at regular intervals, hoarse, almost 
weird, in the stillness around it. “How- 
u.” Not another sound came to us. 
Black John was running alone! 
“CTRETCH out on the road as you 
did before,” said Thomas, “for he 
may turn back if he conies out and sees 
the crowd.” 
“How-u,” not a quarter now, but as 
that last echo died away, a plaintive 
squealing cry was heard half a mile 
behind. 
“What new tongue is that?” asked 
Thomas. “I don’t remember hearing it 
before.” 
“That’s Siren,” answered Shaw. 
“She’s nearly done.” It was almost a 
sob. 
I felt for the man. It must have been 
a hunter who said, “Love me, love my 
dog.” . 
The big red fox, swaying as he ran, 
jumped into the road, paused a moment, 
undecided as he saw us, then, with Black 
John one hundred yards behind him, he 
was gone. 
“How-u-u-u!” The half-breed man-, 
hunter crossed the road. 
“Go, Black John, you devil you!” I 
shouted. He wagged his tail, but didn't 
halt. 
“How-u-u!” It was almost over now. 
A few more minutes and we’d see or 
hear the end. 
“Boys!” shouted Thomas, as we rode 
along, “he’s turned for the cut-down 
ground, and once in there he’ll give us 
trouble. Follow me if you want to see 
that black brute pull him down,” and 
riding at full speed, we came into the 
open just as old Red came in, not fifty 
yards away. The brush and under¬ 
growth had all been cut and piled, and 
partly burned, but near the center of the 
clearing, several large piles had not been 
set on fire. Toward one of these the 
fox was making his way. The “brush” 
was trailing now in the frosted grass, 
as old Red strained for the last hundred 
yards before he could reach the pile. 
Black John, just fifteen feet behind, was 
silent now, closing in. 
Every horseman stopped to see the 
end. Every mother’s son of them rose 
in their stirrups as if trying to fly from 
their saddles. Every nerve-racked in 
let out a blood-curdling Indian yell. 
Ten feet more! “Go, Black John 
I shrieked. 
The big old dog rose in air—a lo 
guttural growl of triumph as the powe 
ful jaws closed on the spine of tl 
prey—a sharp backward snap of tl 
dying fox, and all was over. 
We went wild with the joy of it. A 
slapped each other on the back—son 
turned somersaults. The wager w 
forgotten. The poor lame things behii 
that couldn’t run were forgotten; tl 
beautiful white bitch was forgotten- 
exccpt by Shaw. He stood silent ai 
apart. I turned to him. “Do you he 
Siren yet ?” but even as I spoke, si 
came into the opening, and on up 
her master. She knew the game hi 
been run to earth but did not deign 
look that way. She had fought nob 
but had lost, and with a look of almr 
human intelligence, she gave a plead! 
whine and gazed up into her mastei 
face. He stooped down and picked h 
up in his arms. “I’ve lost you, Sirei 
He put her down as though ashanit 
I slipped up to him. “No,” I said, “y 
have not lost her. She is too good 
lose—that way.” 
“Just breed her to Black John a 
raise me two pups. You’ll do it, 
know. The wager’s off.” 
A flush mounted to his pale face. 1 
grasped my hand. “I sorter b’lit 
you’re white,” he said. 
“Come on, fellers,” called Nelsc 
“Let’s go.” 
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