Imposible era, frente a parejo espectáculo, no darse a pensar en un sabueso bien entrenado y de pura sangre en persecución de su presa, ora haciendo camino, ora deshaciendo lo andado, anhelante siempre hasta el hallazgo del rastro perdido.
As I watched him I was irresistibly reminded of a pure-blooded well-trained foxhound as it dashes backwards and forwards through the covert, whining in its eagerness, until it comes across the lost scent.