So I lay still, thinking that those men and dogs would go away.

But what do you think Mahatma? Just as they were going the boy Tom
called out--

"I say, Dad, I think we might as well knock through the Round
Plantation. Giles tells me that the old speckle-backed buck lies up
here."

"Does he?" said Grampus. "Well, if so, that's the hare I want to
see, for I know he'd give us a good run. Here, Jerry" (Jerry was the
huntsman), "just put the hounds into that place."

So Jerry put the hounds in, making dreadful noises to encourage them,
and of course I came out, as I did not wish to share the fate of my
future wife.

"That's him!" screeched Tom. "Look at the grey marks on his back."

"Yes, that's he right enough," shouted the Red-faced Man. "Lay them on,
Jerry, lay them on; we're in for a rattling run now, I'll warrant."

So they were laid on and I went away as hard as my legs would carry me.
Very soon I found that I had left all those curly-tailed dogs a long way
behind.

"Ah!" I said to myself proudly, "these beasts are not greyhounds; they
are like Giles's retriever and the sheep dog. They'll never see me
again." So I looped along saving my breath and heading for a wood which
was quite five miles off that I had once visited from the Marsh on the