As he spoke, distant, but sharp through the frosty air, came the report of a gun.
CHAPTER XLII.
Tuke scrambled up and out into the open.
“Sport in this weather?” he muttered, staring at his friend.
“Sounds queer, don’t it? and yet, what else can it be?”
The other did not answer; but his eyes retained a sort of startled musing.
“Well,” he said at last, “I must try my fortunes.”
“We had best all go together.”
“No, indeed, my friend. Think of the tax it would be upon Captain Luvaine’s critical perceptives.”
“You are so very witty,” said the soldier dryly. “You put the words in my mouth.”