'Remember that it rises and falls with the sport he shows'-- exhortations that seemed to be pretty well lost upon the field, who began comparing notes as to their respective achievements, enlarging the leaps and magnifying the distance into double what they had been.
Puffington and some of the fat ones sat gasping and mopping their brows.
Seeing there was not much chance of the hounds hitting off the scent by themselves, Mr.Bragg began telegraphing with his arm to the whippers-in, much in the manner of the captain of a Thames steamer to the lad at the engine, and forthwith they drove the pack on for our swell huntsman to make his cast.

As good luck would have it, Bragg crossed the line of the fox before he had got half-through his circle, and away the hounds dashed, at a pace and with a cry that looked very like killing.

Mr.Bragg was in ecstasies, and rode in a manner very contrary to his wont.

All again was life, energy, and action; and even some who hoped there was an end of the thing, and that they might go home and say, as usual, 'that they had had a very good run, but not killed,' were induced to proceed.
Away they all went as before.
At the end of eighteen minutes more the hounds ran into their fox in the little green valley below Mountnessing Wood, and Mr.Bragg had him stretched on the green with the pack baying about him, and the horses of the field-riders getting led about by the country people, while the riders stood glorying in the splendour of the thing.

All had a direct interest in making it out as good as possible, and Mr.Bragg was quite ready to appropriate as much praise as ever they liked to give.
''Ord dim him,' said he, turning up the fox's grim head with his foot, 'but Mr.Bragg's an awkward customer for gen'lemen of your description.' 'You hunted him well!' exclaimed Charley Slapp, who was trumpeter general of the establishment.
'Oh, sir,' replied Bragg, with a smirk and a condescending bow, 'if Richard Bragg can't kill foxes, I don't know who can.' Just then 'Puffington and Co.' hove in sight up the valley, their faces beaming with delight as the tableau before them told the tale.