'No fear of his being at the roads to-morrow, is there ?' 'None,' replied Jack.

'I told him it was quite an impossible distance from him, twenty miles at least.' 'That's grand!' exclaimed his lordship; 'that's grand! Then we'll have a rare, ding-dong hey--away pop.

There'll be no end of those nasty, jealous.
Puffington dogs out; and if we have half such a scent as we had to-day, we'll sew some of them up, we'll show 'em what hunting is.

Now,' he added, 'if you'll go and get the bottle of port, I'll clean myself, and then we'll have dinner as quick as we can.'.