The Germans gained ground and occupied the kennels.
When the hounds returned from their chase and challenged the intruders they were shot down one by one.
Such is the lore I had acquired when the motor came for me; whereupon, taking a few sandwiches to sustain me until supper time, I set forth through the night by Ford, for the station at The Plains.
* * * * * The publication of the larger part of the foregoing chapter on fox hunting, in "Collier's Weekly," brought me a number of letters containing hunting anecdotes.
Mr.J.R.Smith of Martinsville, Virginia, calls my attention to marked difference in character between the red fox and the gray.

The red fox, he says, depends upon his legs to elude the hounds, and will sometimes lead the hunt twenty-five miles from the place where he gets up, but the gray fox depends on cunning, and is more prone to run a few miles and "tack." Mr.Smith tells the following story illustrative of the gray fox's amazing artfulness: "We had started a fox on three different occasions," he writes, "running him a warm chase for about four miles and losing him every time in a sheep pasture.

Finally we stationed a servant in that pasture to see what became of the fox.

We started him again and he took the same route to the pasture.

There the mystery was solved.