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 sea-shore where I lay sick, for I was sure they would never follow me there.

You can imagine, then, Mahatma, how surprised I was when I drew near that wood to hear a hideous noise of dogs all barking together behind me, and on looking back, to see those spotted brutes, with their tongues hanging out, coming along quite close to each other and not more than a quarter of a mile away.

Moreover they were coming after me.  I was sure of that, for the first of them kept setting its nose to the ground just where I had run, and then lifting up its head to bay.  Yes, they were coming on my scent.  They could smell me as Giles’s curly dog smells the wounded partridges.  My heart sank at the thought, but presently I remembered that the wood was quite close, and that there I should certainly give them the slip.

So I went on quite cheerfully, not even running as fast as I could.  But fortune was against me, as everything has always been, for I never found a friend.  I ran along the side of a hedgerow which went quite up to the wood, not knowing that at the end of it three men were engaged in cutting down an oak tree.  You see, Mahatma, they had caught sight of the hunt and stopped from their work, so that I did not hear the sound of their axes upon the tree.  Nor, as my head was so near the ground, did I see them until I was right on to them, at which moment also they saw me.

“Here she is!” yelled one of them.  “Keep her out of covert or they’ll lose her,” and he threw out his arms and began to jump about, as did the other two.

I pulled up short within three or four yards of them.  Behind were the dogs and the people galloping upon horses and in front were the three men.  What was I to do?  Now I had stopped exactly in a gateway, for a lane ran alongside the wood.  After a moment’s pause I bolted through the gateway, thinking that I would get into the wood beyond.  But one of the men, who of course wanted to see me killed, was too quick for me and there headed me again.