They passed close by Larry Twentyman's door, and not
a few, though it was not yet more than half-past eleven, stopped to
have a glass of Larry's beer. When the hounds were in the
neighbourhood Larry's beer was always ready. But Tony and his
attendants trotted by with eyes averted, as though no thought of
beer was in their minds. Nothing had been done, and a huntsman is
not entitled to beer till he has found a fox. Captain Glomax
followed with Lord Rufford and a host of others. There was plenty
of way here for carriages, and half a dozen vehicles passed through
Larry's farmyard. Immediately behind the house was a meadow, and at
the bottom of the meadow a stubble field, next to which was the
ditch and bank which formed the bounds of Dillsborough Wood. Just
at this side of the gate leading into the stubble-field there was
already a concourse of people when Tony arrived near it with the
hounds, and immediately there was a holloaing and loud screeching
of directions, which was soon understood to mean that the hounds
were at once to be taken away! The Captain rode on rapidly, and
then sharply gave his orders. Tony was to take the hounds back to
Mr. Twentyman's farmyard as fast as he could, and shut them up in a
barn. The whips were put into violent commotion. Tony was eagerly
at work. Not a hound was to be allowed near the gate.
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