“When they came to the Black Hanger the field took their positions along the cover-side wherever they thought that they were most likely to get a good start.  Some went in with the hounds, some clustered at the ends of the drives, and some kept outside in the hope of the fox breaking in that direction.  Young Wat Danbury knew the country like the palm of his hand, so he made for a place where several drives intersected, and there he waited.  He had a feeling that the faster and the farther he galloped the better he should be, and so he was chafing to be off.  His mare, too, was in the height of fettle and one of the fastest goers in the county.  Wat was a splendid lightweight rider—­under ten stone with his saddle—­and the mare was a powerful creature, all quarters and shoulders, fit to carry a lifeguardsman; and so it was no wonder that there was hardly a man in the field who could hope to stay with him.  There he waited and listened to the shouting of the huntsman and the whips, catching a glimpse now and then in the darkness of the wood of a whisking tail, or the gleam of a white-and-tan side amongst the underwood.  It was a well-trained pack, and there was not so much as a whine to tell you that forty hounds were working all round you.

“And then suddenly there came one long-drawn yell from one of them, and it was taken up by another, and another, until within a few seconds the whole pack was giving tongue together and running on a hot scent.  Danbury saw them stream across one of the drives and disappear upon the other side, and an instant later the three red coats of the hunt servants flashed after them upon the same line.  He might have made a shorter cut down one of the other drives, but he was afraid of heading the fox, so he followed the lead of the huntsman.  Right through the wood they went in a bee-line, galloping with their faces brushed by their horses’ manes as they stooped under the branches.

“It’s ugly going, as you know, with the roots all wriggling about in the darkness, but you can take a risk when you catch an occasional glimpse of the pack running with a breast-high scent; so in and out they dodged until the wood began to thin at the edges, and they found themselves in the long bottom where the river runs.  It is clear going there upon grassland, and the hounds were running very strong about two hundred yards ahead, keeping parallel with the stream.  The field, who had come round the wood instead of going through, were coming hard over the fields upon the left; but Danbury, with the hunt servants, had a clear lead, and they never lost it.