There is too much bustle, and the pack becomes disconcerted. But
it enabled Fowler to get up, and by dint of growling at the men and
conciliating his hounds, he soon picked up the scent. 'If they'd
all stand still for two minutes and be d-d to them,' he muttered
aloud to himself, 'they'd 'ave some'at to ride arter. They might
go then, and there's some of 'em'd soon be nowhere.'
But in spite of Fowler's denunciations there was, of course,
another rush. Runks had slunk away, but by making a little
distance was now again ahead of the hounds. And unfortunately
there was half-a-dozen with him. Lord Chiltern was very wrath.
'When he's like that,' said Mrs Spooner to Tregear, 'it's always
well to give him a wide berth.' But as the hounds were now
running fast it was necessary, that even in taking this precaution
due regard should be had to the fox's line. 'He's back for
Harrington bushes,' said Mrs Spooner. And as she said so, she rode
at a bank, with a rail at the top of it perhaps a foot-and-a-half
high, with a deep drop in the field beyond.
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