"Going home!" exclaimed a pink-coated young rider of a hired horse
which had been going well with him; and as he said so he looked at
his watch.
"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."
"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. "If you wish to be Master of these hounds I haven't the
slightest objection, but while I'm responsible you must allow me to
do my work according to my own judgment" Then the thing was
understood and Captain Glomax was allowed to carry off the hounds
and his ill-humour without another word.
But just at that moment, while the hounds and the master, and Lord
Rufford and his friends, were turning back in their own direction,
John Morton came up with his carriage and the Senator. "Is it all
over?" asked the Senator.
"All over for to-day," said Lord Rufford.
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