The Mystery of the Clasped Hands: A Novel. Boothby Guy

Godfrey could have counted twenty, the hounds were out of cover and streaming away in the direction of the village – only to change their course after the first quarter of a mile.

      "It looks as if we were in for a fast thing," said Miss Devereux; and the words had scarcely left her lips when the chestnut gave a violent plunge in the air and was off at a racing pace.

      "If he goes on like that, the brute will pull her arms out, if he doesn't do anything worse," Godfrey muttered to himself.