“Fox hunt.”
“Jupiter! That will be great.”
“We’ve got as fine a pack of hounds as can be found in this part of the country, although it is not a large pack,” said Kenneth; “and we have the foxes. Every one of you fellows who can ride may take part in the hunt.”
“I’m pretty sure I shall have another chill to-morrow.” mumbled Browning. “I wouldn’t dare start out on a hunt.”
“Rats!” cried Rattleton. “The trouble with you is——”
“Let Browning stay behind and take things easy,” said Hodge, quickly. “The rest of us can go. For real sport, give me a fox hunt.”
“Yaw!” nodded Hans; “dot peen der sbort vor you, hoch. I peen britty coot at dot.”
“Hev yeou got guns for ther hull on us?” asked Ephraim.
“Guns?” cried Kenneth, astonished.
“Yeh.”