An angry bark and a fearful howl rang in the distance, and the hunter's bugle sounded a merry blast.

On he went, faster than before, and now as if he sought his mortal foe.

The boar was at bay; monarch of the wood, he had turned to defend his realm, and his white tusks were soon red with the blood of the noble hounds who fearlessly disputed his right.

The youth leaped from his horse with the speed of thought.

Bred to the chase, the well-trained animal stood firm while his master cautiously, but with the calmness of the victor of a hundred frays, advanced against the bristling monster.