"No time to lose.

We must try again." And he again led the way, on a keen run, through a strip of woods, across a wide meadow toward another ridge, that lay fully three miles distant.
At length the baying of the hounds echoed through the woods, far below them.

Louder and louder it grew, and, in a few moments, they swept up the ridge in full cry.

The boys hurried on as rapidly as possible, and reached the ridge in about an hour.

Although they were accustomed to such sport, they were pretty well tired out.