Away they dashed to the invisible place of conflict, and we almost immediately heard the fierce grunting and roaring of the boar.

We knew that they had him, and scrambled through the jungle as fast as we could towards the field of battle.

There was a fight! the underwood was levelled, and the boar rushed to and fro with Smut, Bran, Lena, and Lucifer all upon him.

Yoick to him! and some of the most daring of the maddened pack went in.

The next instant we were upon him, mingled with a confused mass of hounds, and throwing our whole weight upon the boar, we gave him repeated thrusts, apparently to little purpose.