He himself pursued the main road, attended by Booth.
“It's a pity we didn't bring those two Scotch deerhounds with us, Sir Leycester,” observed the coachman. “If the gipsies have taken shelter in this wood,-we shall never be able to find 'em without a dog of some sort.”
“I believe you're right, Booth,” replied Sir Leycester. “I don't like hunting men in that way. But what's to be done, if we can't catch them otherwise?”
“It's the only sure plan,” rejoined Booth. “We're wasting time now.”
“Well, go and fetch the hounds,” said Sir Leycester. “Ride to the keeper's lodge as fast as you can. If Rushton shouldn't be at home, go on to the Hall; but use despatch.”
“Shall I bring Rushton with me, as well as the hounds, Sir Leycester?” inquired Booth.
“Ay, do,” replied the baronet.
“And a bloodhound?” asked the coachman, with a grin.
Sir Leycester signified his assent, and Booth galloped off.
He had scarcely started, when the baronet regretted the last order given, and called out to him not to bring the bloodhound.