the Companions of Finn as she, instructed by Miss Weyman, had been
able to impart, and had not approved of them, nor of Larry's part in
introducing them to his young; also it was annoying (especially when
he remembered the brown breeches, etc.) to think of a young cub of a
boy having more money than he knew what to do with; and, finally, and
all the time, there was that almost unconscious, inbred distrust of
Larry's religion.

Nevertheless, it has been said that "wise men live in the present, for
its bounties suffice them," and Dick, if not very wise, was very
good-natured, and was wise enough to realise that the fine weather,
and the good horse under him, and even Larry's homage, were bounties
sufficient unto the day.

"Got a fox for me, Larry? That's right. Good boy. Where d'ye think
we'll find him?"

"He's using the Quarry Wood earth, Cousin Dick," said Larry,
breathlessly, with the anxiety of the owner of the coverts alight in
his eyes. "I'm certain he's there. I went round with Sullivan myself
last night, and we stopped the whole place. I bet he'll not get in
anywhere!"

"Good! I'll draw the Quarry Wood first," said Cousin Dick, with royal
benignity. "You get away outside at the western end, and keep a
look-out for him."

A heavy man, on an enormous grey horse, had approached the Master,
having edged his way through the hounds with ostentatious care. He was
of a type sufficiently common among southern Irishmen, with thick,