The coachman, however, kept the horses straight, and, quieting them down, again brought them to a standstill, when the cloths were taken off their heads, and the journey to the chateau completed at a steady pace.
"That's sharp work," Jack said, when the wolves had been fairly left in the rear.

"They call that wolf-hunting.

I call it being hunted by wolves.

These are fine fellows; they were as cool as cucumbers." "I've nearly broken my shoulder," Dick grumbled, "The gun with those tremendous charges kicked like a horse.

Well, it's fine fun anyhow, but its rather too risky to be often repeated.