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saw him.
It was time for the hounds to move off. so, we quickly agreed that Judd will call on us shortly to see if we could get together. Early the next day. Judd stopped by the Old Kennels. He told me that if he comes to help us he will want to do what we want him to do but he is not as strong •as he used to be since the accident took quite a bit out of him.
"The accident,” as we heard it. was that a car struck Judd down and dragged him half way through Flint Hill. There was little doubt that no one could survive the injuries which Judd was said to have suffered. People were heard saying around "town” what a good man Judd was, and what a pity he should have met such an end.
We soon agreed that Judd would join our establishment and so begun the best fifteen, or so. years for us at the Old Kennels.
To get something of a feeling of what it was like to be around Judd Burke, one has to know what he looked like. Judd was about six feet tall. of powerful but proportionate build. He had gently wavy hair, always neatly trimmed and combed. A handsome face, a bit like that of a good-looking Santa Claus, housed a pair of bright blue eyes with a good twinkle in them. His mouth was well shaped. Since the end of his hell raising days, no blasphemy passed through
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