I can see him now.

All the time that he ran, now one way and now another on the track of the fox, he was silent, but kept his tail aloft, wagging it as a signal to the hounds behind.

He was leader in scent, but he did not like bloody, dangerous fights.

By-and-by, he would decide which way the fox had gone.
Then his tail, still kept high in the air, would wag more violently.

The rest followed him in single file, going pretty slow, so as to enable us to keep up to them.