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But the tiger was not to be easily caught. There was no jungle or hollow
to hide in, and away he scudded over the heath with great velocity, as
if sensible that the enemy was behind him. Once he was missed, and it
was supposed had run to earth in a sand-pit; but the next moment he was
seen on the other side climbing the bank to shorten his distance, and in
a few minutes he was over the brow of the hill past the Green Man, and
descending at a tremendous rate. The hunters followed hard upon him, the
hounds in full cry, and again rose the shout from a dozen voices--"The
tiger! the tiger!" But the tiger had disappeared amongst the horses, and
they had now no clue to his advance, except from the amazed spectators,
who hastily cleared the road at the novel and somewhat alarming
spectacle. "The tiger! the chase!" exclaimed Sir Pimpleton. Three or four
hands were extended to point out the direction he had taken; and those
who had not "dropped off" still followed the hounds. Away they rattled
through the Broadway, Deptford, amidst cries and cheers of "Go it, you'll
catch him directly. Hurrah!" And they once more caught sight of the
tiger on the line of road towards New Cross. Cheerily again sounded the
"view halloo,"--the animal seemed to be sensible that his pursuers were
spurring in hot haste after him--the turnpike-men enjoyed the sport and
threw open their gates--hounds and horses, and men rattled through--the
Bricklayers' Arms, the Elephant and Castle, Westminster-bridge, saw them
rush past like a whirlwind, the tiger still in advance; nor did the chase
cease till the baronet's town mansion, close to St. James's Park, was
reached. A reeking pony stood at the door, which was open. Sir Pimpleton
dismounted, cheering the hunters on--the game was all alive; the whole
threw themselves from their horses, and hounds and men following,
the baronet bounced into the drawing-room, where Lady Pettibones was
receiving morning visits from dashing young spinsters and elderly
dowagers.
"The tiger--my tiger," exclaimed Sir Pimpleton, in a wild and loud voice,
"he has broke loose, and is now in the house."
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