Bill Jaggett's leg5'. He said it was the neatest thing
he'd ever seen and he wouldn't have missed it for
worlds. He slapped his leg in a paroxysm of amuse-
ment, and 1 modestly accepted the implication that
I had done it on purpose. Guy Warder then emerged
from his investigations of the undergrowth and blew
his hounds out of covert.
"Where are you going now. Master?" shouted a
sharp-faced man with a green collar on his cut-away
"You'll find out when I get there/' growled
Warder, hunching his shoulders and trotting briskly
down the lane.
Mr. Gaffildn explained that the green-collared man
was a notoriously tardy and niggardly subscriber.
Nevertheless, we were, apparently making an un-
expected excursion, and people were audibly wonder-
ing what the old beggar was up to now. Anyhow,
I gathered that we were heading for the best bit of
the vale country, though it had been expected that we
would draw some big woods in the other direction,
After a couple of miles he turned in at a gate and
made for a small spinney. Word now came back from
the first whip that "an old dog-fox had been viewed
there this morning". Half-way across the field to the
spinney the Master pulled up, faced round, and
exclaimed gruffly, "I'd, be obliged if you'd keep close
together on this side of the covert, gentlemen." He
then cantered off with his hounds and disappeared
among the trees.
"Stick close to me," said Mr. Gaffikin in a low
voice. "The old devil's got a drag laid, as sure as
He was right. A minute afterwards there was a
shrill halloa; when we got round to the far side of