that to us when you are to be married? I wish you joy and I shall be
at the wedding, and it must be soon, too, and Tim shall be here." He
was speaking very rapidly; his face was pale and his hand trembled in
mine. "I'll send for him. Tim must have a holiday, and perhaps he'll
bring Miss--Miss Smyth." Weston laughed. "Parker," he corrected.
"He'll bring Miss Parker or Mrs. Tim."

Full and strong the bay of the hounds was ringing along the ridges.
Nearer and nearer they were coming. Now I could hear old Captain's
deep tones, and the shorter, sharper tongue of Betsy, Mike, and Major.
The fox was keeping to the ridge-top and in a few moments he would be
sweeping by us. I pointed through the woods to a bit of clearing made
by a charcoal burner. If he kept his course the fox would cross it,
and that meant a clear shot. Weston knew the place, and without a word
he picked up his gun and hurried through the woods.

Nearer and nearer came the hounds. The woods were ringing with their
music, and the sound of the chase swung to and fro, from ridge to
ridge. Now I could hear the crashing of the underbrush.

Weston fired. The report rattled from hill to hill.

My own gun sprang to the shoulder, but it was too late. The fox,
seeing me, veered down the slope, and swept on to safety or to death,
for six more anxious hunters were watching for him somewhere in those
woods.

The dogs swept by, old Captain as ever leading, with Betsy at his
haunches and Mike and Major neck and neck behind.