By a furze-bush she doubles again; but the young one turns her--the next moment she is in the jaws of the old dog.
Again and again the hounds are slipped, now one couple, now the other: we pant, and can scarcely speak with running, but the wild excitement of the hour and the sweet pure air of the Downs supply fresh strength.

The little lad brings the mare anywhere: through the furze, among the flint-pits, jolting over the ruts, she rattles along with sure alacrity.
There are five hares in the sack under the straw when at last we get up and slowly drive down to the highway, reaching it some two miles from where we left it.

Dickon sends the dogs home by the boy on foot; we drive round and return to the village by a different route, entering it from the opposite direction.
The reason of these things is that Sarsen has no great landlord.

There are fifty small proprietors, and not a single resident magistrate.
Besides the small farmers, there are scores of cottage owners, every one of whom is perfectly independent.

Nobody cares for anybody.