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Updated: May 22, 2025
To tell the truth we didn't try; but we had a nice little skurry for four or five miles." "Some of you look very wet" Captain Glomax and Ned Botsey were standing near the carriage; but the Captain as soon as he heard this, broke into a trot and followed the hounds. "Some of us are very wet," said Ned. "That's part of the fun." "Oh; that's part of the fun.
Nobody is fonder of hunting a country than I am, and I think I know what I'm about." "That you do," said Fred Botsey, who, like most men, was always ready to flatter the Master. "And I don't care how hard I work.
I'm all for Reginald Morton. He's my landlord as it is, and he's a gentleman." "I hate foreigners coming," said Ribbs. "'E ain't too old to take it yet," said Harry. Fred Botsey declared that he didn't believe in men hunting unless they began young. Whereupon Dr.
"He couldn't have done better," said Runciman, speaking from behind a long clay pipe. "All the same he was nibbling at Goarly," said Ned Botsey. "I don't know that he was nibbling at Goarly at all, Mr. Botsey," said the landlord. "Goarly came to him, and Goarly was refused. What more would you have?"
"Of course I remember," said the landlord. "Just the end of the season, when two vixens had litters in the wood! You don't suppose Bean was going to let that old butcher, Tony, find a fox in Dillsborough at that time." Bean was his lordship's head gamekeeper in that part of the country. "How many foxes had we found there during the season?" "Two or three," suggested Botsey.
"Unless you particularly wish me to take the hounds to some covert twenty miles off," answered the sarcastic Master. "The fox certainly went on to Littleton," said the elder Botsey. "My dear fellow," said the Captain, "I can tell you where the fox went quite as well as you can tell me. Do allow a man to know what he's about some times."
Had he so pleased he could have shot them on his own land; but he did not preserve, and, as a good neighbour, he regarded the pheasants and hares as Lord Rufford's property. He felt that he was behaving as a gentleman as well as a neighbour, and that he should be treated as such. Fred Botsey had dined at the Bush with Lord Rufford, and Larry looked on Fred as in no way better than himself.
Botsey," said he, "that if Goarly were to go to you for a barrel of beer you'd sell it to him?" "I don't know whether I should or not. I dare say my people would. But that's a different thing." "I don't see any difference at all. You're not very particular as to your customers, and I don't ask you any questions about them. Ring the bell, Runciman, please."
"It isn't generally the custom here to take the hounds off a running fox," continued Botsey, who subscribed 50 pounds, and did not like being snubbed. "And it isn't generally the custom to have fox-coverts poisoned," said the Captain, assuming to himself the credit due to Tony's sagacity.
Hampton and his Lordship, and Battersby, with Fred Botsey and Larry, took it all as it came, but through it all not one of them could give Larry a lead. Then there was manoeuvring into a wood and out of it again, and that saddest of all sights to the riding man, a cloud of horsemen on the road as well placed as though they had ridden the line throughout.
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