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 "That's so," chorused a half a dozen riders. "We'll play fair."

"I've seen many a great fox hunt in Virginia," said Denby, "but I never saw such a run as this. He's not a fox at all, he's a moose."

"If a man had the courage and strength for his size that that fox has," put in Billy Perkins the crack polo player, "he could eat up the world. Boys, I take off my hat to him."

"Well, he escaped us," said another member of the polo team, "but the rapids in the river below will get him. He never can run the rapids on that plank."

"There is something else that is going to get the whole of us," said Denby. "See that cloud yonder, boys." Even as he spoke a patter of hail was heard on the ground about them. This storm had been making up for the last half hour and was one of those sudden spring downfalls. With one accord the horsemen turned and trotted away, whistling for the hounds to follow, while little Redcoat drifted on his