He deserves better than that.

You had your chance of killing in the open, and you failed.

It isn't sport to kill in the dark." "We'll soon have 'im out," said the huntsman grimly.
She shook her head.

Her hands, in the ripped gloves, were clenched and quivering.
The huntsman slashed and swore at one of the hounds to relieve his feelings, and looked for inspiration to the growing crowd of riders.
One of them, the M.F.H., Colonel Rose of Wardenhurst, pushed his horse forward.

He raised his hat with extreme courtliness.
"Madam," he said, "while appreciating your courage, allow me to point out that that fox is now the legal property of the Hunt, and you have no right whatever to deprive us of it." His daughter Ina, a slim girl of twenty, was at his elbow.