Mr. Morton, I don't think I shall take to fox-hunting even though they should introduce it in Mikewa. What's become of the rest of the men?'
'Most of them are in the brook,' said Fred Botsey as he rode on towards Dillsborough.
Mr. Runciman was also there and trotted on homewards with Botsey, Larry, and Kate Masters. 'I think I've won my bet,' said the hotel-keeper.
'I don't see that at all. We didn't find in Dillsborough Wood.'
'I say we did find in Dillsborough Wood. We found a fox, though unfortunately the poor brute was dead.'
'The bet's off, I should say. What do you say, Larry?'
Then Runciman argued his case at great length and with much ability. It had been intended that the bet should be governed by the fact whether Dillsborough Wood did or did not contain a fox on that morning. He himself had backed the wood, and Botsey had been strong in his opinion against the wood. Which of them had been practically right? Had not the presence of the poisoned fox shown that he was right? 'I think you ought to pay,' said Larry.
'All right,' said Botsey riding on, and telling himself that that was what came from making a bet with a man who was not a gentleman.
'He's as unhappy about that hat,' said Runciman, 'as though beer had gone down a penny a gallon.'
ON the Sunday the party from Bragton went to the parish church--and found it very cold. The duty was done by a young curate who lived in Dillsborough, there being no house in Bragton for him. The rector himself had not been in the church for the last six months, being an invalid. At present he and his wife were away in London, but the vicarage was kept up for his use. The service was certainly not alluring. It was a very wet