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'I think he's away to the west, said Tom in an undertone, resting his hand on Watchorn's horse's shoulder; 'back home, added he, jerking his head with a knowing leer of his roguish eye. 'They're on him! exclaimed he after a pause, as the outburst of melody proclaimed that the hounds had crossed his line.
Sponge and Miss Glitters had passed, without disturbing a twig. 'C a s t anchor! exclaimed Watchorn, in a tone of derision 'not this half-hour yet, I hope! not this forty minnits yet, I hope; not this hour and twenty minnits yet, I hope! continued he, putting his horse irresolutely at the fence. The horse blundered through it, barking Watchorn's nose with a branch.
So he clattered along the avenue, formed between rows of sombre-headed firs and sweeping spruce, out of which whirred clouds of pheasants, and scuttling rabbits, and stupid hares kept crossing and recrossing, to the derangement of Mr. Watchorn's temper, and the detriment of the unsteady pack.
He had a high opinion of Watchorn's sagacity, and so long as Watchorn confined himself to weights, and stakes, and forfeits, and so on, he was content to leave himself in the hands of the huntsman; but when Watchorn came to talk of 'stewards, putting this person and that together, Viney's experience came in aid. Viney knew a good deal.
However, there was no help for it, and he had just time to pocket the bag when Watchorn's half-drunken cheer, and the reverberating cracks of ponderous whips on either side of the Dean, announced the approach of the pack. 'He-leu in there! cried Watchorn to the hounds. ''Ord, dommee, but it's slippy, said he to himself. 'Have at him. Plunderer, good dog!
'We might see, at all events, observed Mr. Sponge. 'Well, assented Sir Harry, ringing the bell. 'Yes, Sir Harry, replied Peter, leaving the room. Presently Peter's white legs were seen wending their way among the laurels and evergreens, in the direction of Mr. Watchorn's house; he having a house and grass for six cows, all whose milk, he declared, went to the puppies and young hounds.
Watchorn's hurried, excited appearance produced little satisfaction among the grooms and helpers at the stables, who were congratulating themselves on the opportune arrival of the frost, and arranging how they should spend their New Year's Day. 'Look sharp, lads! look sharp! exclaimed he, clapping his hands as he ran up the yard.
I got to the halloo as quick as I could, and just as I was blowing the horn, producing Watchorn's from his pocket as he spoke; 'for I must tell you, said he, 'that when I saw the huntsman's horse was beat, I took this from him a horn to a foot huntsman being of no more use, you know, than a side-pocket to a cow, or a frilled shirt to a pig.
Muddyman, the farmer's four-year-old, had enough at the end of ten minutes; both the whips tired theirs in a quarter of an hour; and in less than twenty minutes Watchorn and Sponge were alone in their glory, or rather Sponge was in his glory, for Watchorn's horse was beat. 'Lend me your horn! exclaimed Sponge, as he heard by the hammer and pincering of Watchorn's horse, it was all U P with him.
Viney, like most victuallers, was more given to games of skill billiards, shuttlecock, skittles, dominoes, and so on than to the rude out-of-door chances of flood and field, and at first he doubted his ability to grapple with the details; but on Mr. Watchorn's assurance that he would keep him straight, he gave Mrs.
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