The fox suddenly crouched down, and Armida bounded over him, only perceiving when she had run twenty paces further that the fox had remained behind.
And now they all suddenly turned to the right.
"Seize him, Fecske!" cried Mike Kis.
And Fecske really did seize the fox; but the fox in his turn seized Fecske, and bit his ear so savagely that the dog immediately let go again: so that was all poor Fecske got.
And now the fox, with all his might, made straight for the Berettyo.

The crafty old fellow had succeeded in checkmating all his pursuers and reaching his lurking-place.

The hounds were now far behind him.
But now old Matyi, the wolf-grey, solitary foxhound, came to the front, and showed what he could do.

Hitherto he had not very much exerted himself, but had let the others do what they could.

He knew very well that a single dog would never catch this fox--nay, two and even three would be no match for him.