'Yo-o-icks--wind him! Yo-o-icks--pash him up!' repeated he, cracking his whip, and moving slowly on.

He then varied the entertainment by whistling, in a sharp, shrill key, something like the chirp of a sparrow-hawk.
Thus the hounds rummaged and scrimmaged for some minutes.
'No fox here,' observed Captain Guano, bringing his horse alongside of Mr.
Bragg's.
'Not so sure o' _that_,' replied Mr.Bragg, with a sneer, for he had a great contempt for the captain.

'Not so sure o' that,' replied he, eyeing Thunderer and Galloper feathering up the brook.
'Hang these stirrups!' exclaimed the captain, again attempting to adjust them; adding, 'I declare I have no seat whatever in this saddle.' 'Nor in any other,' muttered Bragg.

'Yo-icks, Galloper! Yo-icks, Thunderer! Ge-e-ntly, Warrior!' continued he, cracking his whip, as Warrior pounced at a bunny.
The hounds were evidently on a scent, hardly strong enough to own, but sufficiently indicated by their feathering, and the rush of their comrades to the spot.
'A fox for a thousand!' exclaimed Mr.Bragg, eyeing them, and looking at his watch.
'Oh, d--mn me! I've got one stirrup longer than another now!' roared Captain Guano, trying the fresh adjustment.

'I've got one stirrup longer than another!' added he in a terrible pucker.
[Illustration] A low snatch of a whimper now proceeded from Galloper, and Bragg cheered him to the echo.