“The whole village is out after us,” said Martin.
“I care not,” said Gerard. “Listen, Martin. I have made the track smooth to the dog, but rough to the men, that we may deal with them apart. Thus the hound will gain on the men, and as soon as he comes out of the coppice we must kill him.”
“The hound? There are more than one.”
“I hear but one.”
“Ay! but one speaks, the others run mute; but let the leading hound lose the scent, then another shall give tongue. There will be two dogs, at least, or devils in dog's hides.”
“Then we must kill two instead of one. The moment they are dead, into the coppice again, and go right back.”
“That is a good thought, Gerard,” said Martin, plucking up heart.
“Hush! the men are in the wood.”
Gerard now gave his orders in a whisper.
“Stand you with your bow by the side of the coppice—there, in the ditch. I will go but a few yards to yon oak-tree, and hide behind it; the dogs will follow me, and, as they come out, shoot as many as you can, the rest will I brain as they come round the tree.”