But Chiltern won't go there to-day unless the hounds show a line.

By George, that's a fox! That's Dido.
That's a find!" And Spooner galloped away, as though Dido could do nothing with the fox she had found unless he was there to help her.
Spooner was quite right, as he generally was on such occasions.

He knew the hounds even by voice, and knew what hound he could believe.
Most hounds will lie occasionally, but Dido never lied.

And there were many besides Spooner who believed in Dido.

The whole pack rushed to her music, though the body of them would have remained utterly unmoved at the voice of any less reverenced and less trustworthy colleague.