Phann had not been invited to join the hunters. He would rather embarrassed by giving the alarm to the foxes. There was no question, moreover, to find a track. Even when it is heated by running, fox leaves nothing of its flavor after him, or, at least, the fumes are so light that the best dogs can not recognize them.
It was eleven o'clock when Doniphan and his comrades began to look between the tufts of wild heather bordering the covert.
The night was very dark.
A profound silence that not even disturb the lightest breath of air, would hear the foxes slip on dry grass.
A little after midnight, Doniphan signalled the approach of a band of these animals crossing the covert to come to drink in the lake.
The hunters waited, rather impatiently, they were gathered to the number of twenty
