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'Well,' pondered Jack, 'there was a check there. Say,' continued he,
addressing himself to Sponge, '"Here the hounds came to a check."'
'Here the hounds came to a check,' wrote Sponge. 'Shall we say anything
about distance?' asked he.
'P'raps we may as well,' replied Jack. 'We shall have to stretch it though
a bit.'
'Let's see,' continued he; 'from the cover to Berrington Roothings over by
Shillington Hill and Fleecyhaugh Water Meadows will be--say, two miles and
a half or three miles at the most--call it four, well, four miles--say four
miles in twelve minutes, twenty miles an hour,--too quick--four miles in
fifteen minutes, sixteen miles an hour; no--I think p'raps it'll be safer
to lump the distance at the end, and put in a place or two that nobody
knows the name of, for the convenience of those who were not out.'
'But those who _were_ out will blab, won't they?' asked Sponge.
'Only to each other,' replied Jack. 'They'll all stand up for the truth of
it as against strangers. You need never be afraid of over-eggin' the
puddin' for those that were out.


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