He passed out where I'm standing." And then he began to blow his horn lustily, and by degrees other men and a few hounds came down the ride.

Then Tom, with his horse almost blown, made his appearance outside the wood, and soon there came a rush of men, nearly on the top of one another, pushing on, not knowing whither, but keenly alive to the fact that the fox had at last consented to move his quarters.
Tom touched his hat, and looked at his master, inquiringly.

"He's gone for Claydon's," said the master.

"Try them up that hedgerow." Tom did try them up the hedgerow, and in half a minute the hounds came upon the scent.

Then you might see men settling their hats on their heads, and feeling their feet in the stirrups.