But now to be
accused in this way was terrible to his feelings! He made a rush as
though to jump over the hedge, but Lord Rufford again intercepted
him. "I didn't think, Mr. Twentyman, that you'd care for what such
a fellow as that might say." By this time Lord Rufford was off his
horse, and had taken hold of Larry.
"I'll tell you all what it is," screamed Goarly, standing just at
the edge of his own field,--"if a hound comes out of the wood on to
my land, I'll shoot him. I don't know nothing about p'isoning,
though I dare say Mr. Twentyman does. But if a hound comes on my
land, I'll shoot him,--open, before you all" There was, however, no
danger of such a threat being executed on this day, as of course no
hound would be allowed to go into Dillsborough Wood.
Twentyman was reluctantly brought back into the meadow where the
horses were standing, and then a consultation was held as to what
they should do next. There were some who thought that the hounds
should be taken home for the day. It was as though some special
friend of the U.R.U. had died that morning, and that the spirits of
the sportsmen were too dejected for their sport. Others, with
prudent foresight, suggested that the hounds might run back from
some distant covert to Dillsborough, and that there should be no
hunting till the wood had been thoroughly searched.
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