eye on the huntsman's head as it bobbed up and clown
along the far side of the fence. Dixon then made his
only reference to my recent misconception of the
relationship between foxes and hounds. '"Young
Mr. Milden won't think much of you if you talk like
that. He must have thought you a regular booby!"
Flushed and mortified, I promised to be more cartful
in future. But I knew only too well what a molly-
coddle I had made myself in the estimation of the
proper little sportsman on whom I had hoped to
model myself.... "Dorit do that; they'll catch him!".. .
It was too awful to dwell on. Lord Dumborough
would be certain to hear about it, and would think
worse of me than ever he did of a keeper who loll the
earths unstopped. , „ . And even now some very
sporting-looking people were glancing at me and
laughing to one another about something. What else
could they be laughing about except my mollycoddle
remark? Denis must have told them, of course.
My heart was full of misery. . . . Soon afterwards I
said, in a very small voice, "I think I want to go
home now, Tom." . . . On the way home I remem-
bered that Denis didn't even know my name.