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.