Tebrick or his wife who had suddenly regained her voice. When the
huntsman who had leapt the wall got to them and had whipped off the
hounds Mr. Tebrick had been terribly mauled and was bleeding from twenty
wounds. As for his vixen she was dead, though he was still clasping her
dead body in his arms.

Mr. Tebrick was carried into the house at once and assistance sent for,
but there was no doubt now about his neighbours being in the right when
they called him mad. For a long while his life was despaired of, but
at last he rallied, and in the end he recovered his reason and lived to
be a great age, for that matter he is still alive.