. . .Trimbush, “or you wouldn’t ask such a simple question. However, so much the better.[26] Craft in the young is unwholesome; while, if the old don’t possess some, they have lived too long unprofitably. Now, we have no time to stop, and if we had we could do nothing with the scent on this hard, dry road: but having found our fox up wind, and as he turned down upon breaking cover, I know that he will not turn again. We have, therefore, but to make our own cast good one way; and then, in the event of not being able to hit it off, to try the other to be certain of getting on the line—unless, indeed, he should chance to head short back, which not one fox out of a hundred will do, unless it is to die.”

“But we shall have no chance of making a cast,” said I, “with Ned at our sterns.”

“I know the point he’s making for,” returned my friend; “and if we once get clear of this everlast. . . Read More