A score of elderly men, with some young men among them too, turned back into a lane behind them, having watched long enough to see that they were to take the lane to the left, and not the lane to the right.

After all there was time enough, for when the men had got through the hand-gate the hounds were hardly free of the covert, and Tony, riding up the side of the hill opposite, was still blowing his horn.

But they were off at last, and the bulk of the field got away on good terms with the hounds.

"Now they are hunting," said Mr.Morton to the Senator.
"They all seemed to be very angry with each other at that narrow gate." "They were in a hurry, I suppose." "Two of them jumped over the hedge.

Why didn't they all jump?
How long will it be now before they catch him ?" "Very probably they may not catch him at all." "Not catch him after all that! Then the man was certainly right to poison that other fox in the wood.