"There's the trail, away over to the right!" shouted Captain Dick.
"Come on, fellows!"

On an oblique line he led them, toward the road. They took a
low stone wall on the leap, vaulting the fence at the other side
of the road. The center squad had already overtaken the discoverers
of the trail.

"Run easily. Don't try to cover it all in a minute. Save your
wind!" admonished Dick to his own squad.

The upper classmen judges ran well behind the hounds. It was
needful only that they be near enough to see and decide any disputed
point of capture.

It was all of twenty-five minutes over a course that led across
fields and through woods, ere the hounds caught the first glimpse
of their quarry. Yet, all along, the paper trail was in evidence.
One of the hares was required to strew the small bits of paper.
When his bag was empty another hare must begin dropping the white
bits.

"I'll bet Ripley dropped along here---the trail is so mean and
difficult," grunted Reade, disgustedly.

"There are the hares ahead---I see two of them!" bellowed Dan
Dalzell, lustily.

A chorus from the hounds responded an instant later. Yes; they