CHAPTER X.
GOARLY'S REVENGE.
The Senator and Morton followed close on the steps of Lord Rufford and Captain Glomax and were thus able to make their way into the centre of the crowd.

There, on a clean sward of grass, laid out as carefully as though he were a royal child prepared for burial, was--a dead fox.

"It's pi'son, my lord; it's pi'son to a moral," said Bean, who as keeper of the wood was bound to vindicate himself, and his master, and the wood.

"Feel of him, how stiff he is." A good many did feel, but Lord Rufford stood still and looked at the poor victim in silence.

"It's easy knowing how he come by it," said Bean.
The men around gazed into each other's faces with a sad tragic air, as though the occasion were one which at the first blush was too melancholy for many words.