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'Hie back!' trying to turn them; but instead of
the piebald carrying him in front of the pack, as Sponge wanted, he took to
rearing, and plunging, and pawing the air. The hounds meanwhile dashed
jealously on without a scent, till first one and then another feeling
ashamed, gave in; and at last a general lull succeeded the recent joyous
cry. Awful period! terrible to any one, but dreadful to a stranger! Though
Sponge was in the road, he well knew that no one has any business anywhere
but with hounds, when a fox is astir.
'Hold hard!' was now the cry, and the perspiring riders and lathered steeds
came to a standstill.
'Twang--twang--twang,' went a shrill horn; and a couple of whips, singling
themselves out from the field, flew over the fence to where the hounds were
casting.
'Twang--twang--twang,' went the horn again.
Meanwhile Sponge sat enjoying the following observations, which a westerly
wind wafted into his ear.
'Oh, d--n me! that man in the lane's headed the fox,' puffed one.
'Who is it?' gasped another.


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