“‘It appears to be a very clear case,’ said he.  ’This must be a lesson to you for life.’

“‘Never a drop again if I only come safely through this,’ cried Wat Danbury.

“’Well, my dear boy, if you will stick to that it may prove a blessing in disguise.  But the difficulty in this case is to know where fact ends and fancy begins.  You see, it is not as if there was only one delusion.  There have been several.  The dead dogs, for example, must have been one as well as the creature in the bush.’

“‘I saw it all as clearly as I see you.’

“’One of the characteristics of this form of delirium is that what you see is even clearer than reality.  I was wondering whether the whole run was not a delusion also.’

“Wat Danbury pointed to his hunting boots still lying upon the floor, necked with the splashings of two counties.

“’Hum! that looks very real, certainly.  No doubt, in your weak state, you over-exerted yourself and so brought this attack upon yourself.  Well, whatever the cause, our treatment is clear.  You will take the soothing mixture which I will send to you, and we shall put two leeches upon your temples to-night to relieve any congestion of the brain.’

“So Wat Danbury spent the night in tossing about and reflecting what a sensitive thing this machinery of ours is, and how very foolish it is to play tricks with what is so easily put out of gear and so difficult to mend.  And so he repeated and repeated his oath that this first lesson should be his last, and that from that time forward he would be a sober, hard-working yeoman as his father had been before him.  So he lay, tossing and still repentant, when his door flew open in the morning and in rushed the doctor with a newspaper crumpled up in his hand.

“‘My dear boy,’ he cried, ’I owe you a thousand apologies.  You’re the most ill-used lad and I the greatest numskull in the county.  Listen to this!’ And he sat down upon the side of the bed, flattened out his paper upon his knee, and began to read.

“The paragraph was headed, ‘Disaster to the Ascombe Hounds,’ and it went on to say that four of the hounds, shockingly torn and mangled, had been found in Winton Fir Wood upon the South Downs.  The run had been so severe that half the pack were lamed; but the four found in the wood were actually dead, although the cause of their extraordinary injuries was still unknown.

“‘So, you see,’ said the doctor, looking up, ’that I was wrong when I put the dead hounds among the delusions.’

“‘But the cause?’ cried Wat.

“’Well, I think we may guess the cause from an item which has been inserted just as the paper went to press:—­