Across the orchard and through two cornfields, and along the hedge of another field, and so we got into the wood, through a gap we had happened to make a day or two before, playing 'follow my leader'.
The wood was very quiet and green; the dogs were happy and most busy.
Once Pincher started a rabbit.

We said, 'View Halloo!' and immediately started in pursuit; but the rabbit went and hid, so that even Pincher could not find him, and we went on.

But we saw no foxes.

So at last we made Dicky be a fox, and chased him down the green rides.

A wide walk in a wood is called a ride, even if people never do anything but walk in it.
We had only three hounds--Lady, Pincher and Martha--so we joined the glad throng and were being hounds as hard as we could, when we suddenly came barking round a corner in full chase and stopped short, for we saw that our fox had stayed his hasty flight.