IT was nearly a week after the famous chase and Redcoat's miraculous escape down the river before the Meadowdale Fox Club could again start the Phantom Fox. In the meantime they had started and run down and caught two other foxes. In each case, the run had been much shorter and less spectacular than that Redcoat had made. Some of the old hunters thought he had left the country but Denby said not so, for he knew that it is almost an impossibility to drive a cunning old fox from his favorite range.
The next time they started Redcoat it was to the north of his mountain, and once again the horsemen employed the same tactics as before. A part of their number were deployed along the highway parallel to the mountain, while the hounds and the balance
