"Where are we now?" said Burgo, as four or five of them dashed through the open gate of a farmyard.
"This is Bulby's farm," said Tom, "and we're going right away for Elmham Wood."
"Elmham Wood be d----," said a stout farmer, who had come as far as that with them. "You won't see Elmham Wood to-day."
"I suppose you know best," said Tom; and then they were through the yard, across another road, and down a steep ravine by the side of a little copse. "He's been through them firs, any way," said Tom. "To him, Gaylass!" Then up they went the other side of the ravine, and saw the body of the hounds almost a field before them at the top.
"I say,--that took some of the wind out of a fellow," said Pollock.

"Where are we now?" said Burgo, as four or five of them dashed through the open gate of a farmyard.
"This is Bulby's farm," said Tom, "and we're going for Elmham Wood."
"Elmham Wood be d----," said a stout farmer. "You won't see Elmham Wood today."
"I suppose you know best," said Tom; and then they were through the yard, across another road, and down a steep ravine by the side of a little copse. "He's been through them firs, anyway," said Tom. Then up they went the other side of the ravine, and saw the hounds almost a field ahead of them at the top.
"I say, that took some of the wind out of a fellow," said Pollock.
