“Yer shan’t. I’ll come with yer. If ‘e shoots we’ll die together.”
“Grice, h’I commands yer in the nime o’ the law ter stay where yer h’are.”
But when the door into the yard opened cautiously,
Grace was clinging to her lover’s arm. They both looked frightened and ready to withdraw. Slowly, slowly the bull’s-eye swept the surface of the snow.
“More footsteps!”
The ray of light followed along the tracks till it fell on Peter.
“Well, I’ll be blessed. Of h’all the—— I’ll be blowed if ‘e aren’t!”
Peter laughed. “It looked so lovely I couldn’t stop indoors.”
“Yer’ve given us a nice scare, young master.”
“I didn’t mean to. And when I heard that Grace thought it was a burglar, I thought it would be such a lark to let you find me—just Peter.”