me, though,"
he went on, "for, look! she's drowning; her head wobbles as though she
were sea-sick. Buck up, pussie, buck up! You mustn't cheat the hounds at
last, you know. It wouldn't be sportsmanlike, and they hate dead hares."

Then he held me by my hind legs to drain the water out of me, and
afterwards began to blow down my nose, I did not know why.

"Don't do that, Tom," said Ella sharply. "It's nasty."

"Must keep the life in her somehow," answered Tom, and went on blowing.

"Master Tom," interrupted Giles, who was rowing the boat. "I ain't
particular, but I wish you'd leave that there hare alone. Somehow I
thinks there's bad news in its eye. Who knows? P'raps the little devil
feels. Any way, it's a rum one, its swimming out to sea. I never see'd a
hunted hare do that afore."

"Bosh!" said Tom, and continued his blowing.

We reached the shore and Tom jumped out of the boat, holding me by the
ears. The hounds were all on the beach, most of them lying down, for
they were very tired, but the men were standing in a knot at a distance
talking earnestly, Tom ran to the hounds, crying out--

"Here she is, my beauties, here she is!" whereon they got up and began
to bay. Then he held me above them.

"Master Tom," I heard Jerry's voice say, "for God's sake let that hare
go and listen, Master Tom," and the girl Ella, who of a sudden had begun
to sob, tried to pull him back.

But he was mad to see me bitten to death and eaten, and until he had
done so would attend to no one. He only shouted, "One--two--three! Now,
hounds! _Worry, worry, worry!_"

Then he threw me into the air above the red throats and gnashing teeth
which leapt up towards me.

*****

The Hare paused, but added, "Did you tell me, friend Mahatma, that you
had never been torn to pieces by hounds, 'broken up,' I believe they
call it?"

"Yes, I did," I answered, "and what is more I shall be obliged if you
will not dwell upon the subject."

THE COMING OF THE RED-FACED MAN

"As you like," said the Hare. "Certainly it was very dreadful. It seemed
to last a long time. But I don't mind it so much now, for I feel that it
can never happen to me again. At least I hope it can't, for I don't know
what I have done to deserve such a fate, any more than I know why it
should have happened to me once."

"Something you did in a previous existence, perhaps," I answered. "You
see then you may have hunted other creatures so cruelly that at last
your turn cam