Volume Ii Part 4 (2/2)
”Ah! sir, it's the breakfast as brings 'em--at least, a great many of 'em.”
”Well, I daresay that has something to do with it,” replied the Captain; ”but a great many come to have a laugh at us. The fact is, most of our men can't ride a d----. Then look at Head and Over, they are always coming to grief and falling off. No wonder they get laughed at. And most of the others, too. There will be no end of ladies out, too, and all to have a grin at us. Oh! by-the-way, Slowman, here is your tip. I may just as well give it to you to-night as later. I've made it ten instead of five this year, because you've shewn us such prime sport.”
”Very much obliged to you, Captain, indeed,” thrusting the note into his pocket; ”and for your kind opinion too. I try to show what sport I can, and always will. So they're coming to have a laugh at us, are they! I wish we may find a good stout fox, and choke all the jealous beggars off. I'd give this ten-pound note to do it,” slapping his pocket.
”It may be done, Slowman,” replied the Captain cautiously; ”in fact, I may say I have done it. But you must back me up; and, mind, never a word.”
”I'm mum, sir. Mum as a gravestone.”
”Well, you see, Slowman, having found out what they are coming for, I've a pill for them. You draw the six-acre oak spinny first. Well, there will be a _drag_ from that over the stiffest country to Bolton Mill. That's eight miles as the crow flies. There, under the lee of a hedge, will be old Towler with a fresh-caught fox from their own country. As he hears the hounds coming up he will let him loose. He's not one of your three-legged ones, but a fresh one, caught only this afternoon. I've seen him--such a trimmer! He'll lead them straight away for their own country. And if the strangers, and old Spraggon, and Jawleyford, and all the rest of them can see it through, they are better men than I take them to be. I shall have my second horse ready for me at the mill. And so had you better. I'll take the conceit out of the beggars.”
”By the living Harry!” exclaimed the huntsman, ”a grand idea. I must draft Conqueror, Madcap, and Ra.s.selas. They are dead on drags. But, Captain, if the governors twig it?”
”Not a bit, Slowman. They, as you know, won't go four miles.”
”Yes, sir, yes. I know all that. But if they should twig? They have the coin, you know.” The huntsman had his eye to the main chance.
”But they will not, Slowman. Now, I will tell you a secret; but, mind, it's between ourselves. Honour, you know.”
”Honour bright, Captain,” replied the huntsman, laying his hand on his heart.
”Well, then, to-morrow at breakfast, Head and Over will announce their intention of resigning.”
”No, sir; you don't mean it?” said the huntsman hastily.
”I do,” replied the Captain, ”And I am going to take them on, and you too. I am to be your M.F.H. It's all cut and dried. So you see you should run no risk. But not a word of this.”
The huntsman sat with his mouth open, and at last uttered, ”Dash my boots and tops, Captain, but you are a trimmer! But,” he continued, ”if we find a fox before we come on the drag?”
”But you will not, Slowman. The cover is mine, and has been well hunted through to-day, and will be to-morrow morning again. No fox will be found there.”
The two sat for an hour and more talking and arranging matters, so that there might be no failure on the morrow. And all having been satisfactorily arranged, the Captain mounted his horse and rode home.
The following morning--the last of the season--was all that could be desired. A grey day with a southerly breeze. It was mild for the time of year. Great were the preparations at Mr Head's house. He gave the breakfast one year, Over the next. It was turn and turn about.
As it was the last breakfast he was to give as an M.F.H., Head determined it should be a good one. Mrs Head was great before her ma.s.sive silver tea set; and she had her daughter on her right to a.s.sist her.
At the time appointed Lord Wildrace, who had driven over in his mail phaeton, put in an appearance in his No. 1 pink, closely followed by Spraggon, who determined to have ample time for his breakfast. Then old Jawleyford entered, and rus.h.i.+ng up to the lady, declared it was too bad of her not to have come over and seen them. At any rate, they would come and spend a week with them soon at Jawleyford Court, would they not? Then Soapy Sponge turned up, looking as smart and spruce as ever.
We cannot go through the breakfast--or the speech of Mr Head, and the other by Mr Over, or the regrets of the company on their resigning the joint masters.h.i.+p, or the cheers on the announcement that Captain Martaingail had consented to keep them on.
”Devilish good feed,” growled Jack Spraggon to Sponge, who was drawing on his buckskin gloves. Jack was a little elevated; for he had not spared the cherry-brandy or the milk punch.
”It was that,” replied his friend. ”Feel as if you could ride this morning, don't you?”
”Yes, I can--always do; but no chance of it with such dogs as these.”
”Don't know about that,” returned Sponge. ”They generally find, and kill too.”
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