"It's him, my lord," he said, "as we run through Littleton gorse Monday after Christmas last, and up to Impington Park where he got away from us in a hollow tree.

He's four year old," added Tony, looking at the animal's mouth, "and there warn't a finer dog fox in the county." "Do they know all the foxes ?" asked the Senator.

In answer to this, Morton only shook his head, not feeling quite sure himself how far a huntsman's acquaintance in that line might go, and being also too much impressed by the occasion for speculative conversation.
"It's that scoundrel Goarly" had been repeated again and again; and then on a sudden Goarly himself was seen standing on the further hedge of Larry's field with a gun in his hand.

He was not at this time above two hundred yards from them, and was declared by one of the young farmers to be grinning with delight.

The next field was Goarly's, but the hedge and ditch belonged to Twentyman.