y! ey! Sur," shouted that worthy from without, "all in, this
half-hour, and all roight!"

"Light your cigars then, quick, and let us start--hurrah!"

Within two minutes, they were all seated, Fat Tom in the post of honor
by Harry's side upon the driving box, the Commodore and Frank, with
Timothy, on the back seat, and off they rattled--ten miles an hour
without the whip, up hill and down dale all alike, for they had but
three miles to go, and that was gone in double quick time.

"What mun Ay do wi' t' horses, Sur?" asked Tim, touching his castor as
he spoke.

"Take them home, to be sure," replied Harry, "and meet us with them
under the oak tree, close to Mr. Wisner's house, at five o'clock this
evening."

"Nay! nay! Sur!" answered Tim, with a broad grin, eager to see the
sport, and hating to be sent so unceremoniously home, "that winna do,
I'm thinking--who'll hug t' gam bag, and carry t' bottles, and make t'
loonchun ready; that winna do, Sur niver. If you ple-ease, Sur, Ay'll
pit oop t' horses i' Measter Minthorne's barn here, and shak' doon a
bite o' hay tull 'em, and so gang on wi' you, and carry t' bag whaile
four o' t' clock, and then awa back and hitch oop, and draive doon to t'
aik tree!"

"I understand, Tim," said his master, laughing; "I understand right
well! you want to see the sport."

"Ayse oophaud it!" grinned Timothy, seeing at once that he should gain
his point.

"Well! well! I don't care about it; will Minthorne let us put up the
beasts in his barn, Tom?"

"Let us! let us!" exclaimed the fat man; "by gad I'd like to see Joe
Minthorne, or any other of his breed, a tellin' me I should'nt put my
cattle where I pleased; jest let me ketch him at it!"

"Very well; have it your own way, Tim, take care of the beasts, and
overtake us as quick as you can!" and as he spoke, he let down the bars
which parted a fine wheat stubble from the road, and entered the field
with the dogs at heel. "We must part company to beat these little woods,
must we not, Tom?"

"I guess so--I'll go on with A---; his Grouse and my Dash will work well
enough, and you and Frank keep down the valley hereaways; we'll beat
that little swamp-hole, and then the open woods to the brook side, and
so along the meadows to the big bottom; you keep the hill-side coverts,
and look the little pond-holes well on Minthorne's Ridge, you'll find a
cock or two there anyhow; and beat the bushes by the wall; I guess
you'll have a bevy jumpin'