I passed them both, and when I reached the crown I was riding level with the little, hard-faced English huntsman.

In front of us were the dogs, and then, a hundred paces beyond them, was a brown wisp of a thing, the fox itself, stretched to the uttermost.

The sight of him fired my blood.

"Aha, we have you then, assassin!" I cried, and shouted my encouragement to the huntsman.

I waved my hand to show him that there was one upon whom he could rely.
And now there were only the dogs between me and my prey.