There ain't no difficulty in my understanding;--only I don't think, sir, you'll ever get a fox out of that wood to-day.

Why, it stands to reason.

The wind's from the north-east." Cranby Wood is very large,--there being, in truth, two or three woods together.

It was nearly twelve before they found; and then for an hour there was great excitement among the men, who rode up and down the rides as the hounds drove the fox from one end to another of the enclosure.

Once or twice the poor animal did try to go away, and then there was great hallooing, galloping, and jumping over unnecessary fences; but he was headed back again, or changed his mind, not liking the north-east wind of which Bat Smithers had predicted such bad things.