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It was as distinct and individual to him from the other big cats as the voices of friends one from another. Nels was said to have met Tiger in battle before he came to Skag, but it was no purpose of his present master to give him a chance now. It was established that several of the great Indian hunting dogs had survived such meetings.
"How about the case of milk?" and he dragged a box into the middle of the floor. "Say! you fellows let that case alone," exclaimed an unpleasant voice. "That's mine. You the conductor? I have been hunting all over for you." Nan and Bess had both turned, startled, when this speech began. It came from the fat man whom they had seen asleep in the smoking car.
"Yes, my lord; it's me. I am Crocker. You remember me, my lord, down in Cumberland?" "I remember you, at Castle Hautboy." "And out hunting, my lord, when we had that pleasant ride home from Airey Force." "What can I do for you now?" "I always do think, my lord, that there is nothing like sport to cement affection. I don't know how you feel about it, my lord."
The next canto shows the life in the castle, and describes a curious compact between the host, who goes hunting daily, and the knight, who remains in the castle to entertain the young wife. The compact is that at night each man shall give the other whatever good thing he obtains during the day.
Never before in any joint hunting expedition, within the memory of the oldest present, had followed more satisfactory result. The spoil was well worth the great effort that had been made; in the estimation of the time, perhaps worth the death of the hunters who had been killed. The huge beast lay dead, close to the base of the cliff.
Oh! yes, I know him we've been hunting together. Is your father at home?" "No, he's out somewheres." "Where is your mother?" "She's in the field, up yan, gittin' roughness." I took some pride in not being stumped by this answer. "Roughness," in mountain lingo, is any kind of rough fodder, specifically corn fodder. "How far is it to the next house?" "I don't know; maw, she knows."
He knew well that the flesh of the Arctic fox is highly esteemed as food, particularly by persons situated as he and his companions were, and he hoped to be able to add it to their larder. When first seen it was coming towards him, though not in a direct line. It was engaged in hunting, and, with its nose to the snow, was running in zig-zag lines, "quartering" the ground like a pointer dog.
If I knew, would I be here and him the devil knows where, this minute? When my back was turned, of course, the damned snake! That's why he was so hot about picking a fight on the boat, hey? Wanted to get thrown off and take to the woods leaving me with this! And that's why he felt so awful done up he wouldn't take a hand at hunting you two down, hey? Well by the Eternal!
The pelts were packed quickly but carefully into his hunting bag and within twenty minutes after his arrival he was retreating up the trail at a half run. Some time after dark he reached the first tilt above the river, where he spent the night. Short cuts and fast travelling brought him on Sunday night to the tilt at the end of the trail where he had left Bob.
The sun shone through a mist. The weather was perfect for hunting, but looked as if it might end in rain. Sir Giles rode with the master. He seemed in better spirits than usual. His customary scowl had lifted. His wife rode nearer the end of the procession with Nap Errol next to her.
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