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[Mimbs <dus...@jo...>]

T later, emerging separately from a hole in mid stream, her respect
might not have prevented her from laughing, but the fact remains that
the pair got across somehow. At the top of the hill beyond the river
Dinny Johnny saw the hounds for the first time. They had checked on the
road by the bridge, but now he heard them throwing their tongues as they
hit the line again, the fatal line that was leading them to the covert.
Even at this moment, Mr. Denny could not restrain an admiration that
would appear to most people ill-timed. "Aren't they going the hell of a
docket!" he exclaimed fondly, "and good old Chantress leading the lot of
them, the darling! It'll be a queer thing now, if I don't get there in
time!" Blown though the pony was, he knew instinctively that he had not
yet come to the end of her, and he drove her along at a canter until he
reached a lane that encircled the covert, along which he would have to
go to intercept the hounds. As he jumped into it he was suddenly aware
of a yelling crowd of men and boys, who