How those who were left dropped thence suddenly on Lowhouse, and swam the Gurgle a mile above the ford.

How from Lowhouse they swerved eastward, and caught the railway again at Norton Cutting.

How they lost the scent in Durdon Copse, but found it again where the wood and the gravel pits met.

How the six who stayed in blistered their feet after that on the gritty high road, till Cresswell hallooed them over the hedge, and showed them the scent down the winding banks of the Babrook.

And once again, how they dived into the queer hamlet of Little Maddick, and saw the very loaf and round of cheese off which the hares had snatched a hasty meal not five minutes before.