"Never mind," said Green briefly, "you eat it."
He poked it out of the fire, and served it on a smooth flat stone. Then he divided it with his pocket-knife, handing Cyril the best of it with the same useful article.
The two made a good meal, for the food was very welcome. Then they lay down on the ground near the fire and were soon fast asleep.
CHAPTER VIII.
GREEN MEETS HIS FATHER.
It was scarcely light when Cyril was awakened by Green shaking him vigorously.
"Wake up, lad. Wake up!" he cried. "There's something queer near us! Listen."
Cyril sat up, rubbing his eyes, and heard the sound of horses galloping along, and then crashing through the brushwood. He saw strange lights gleaming through the trees, and now shots were fired, and loud and excited voices bewailed the escape of some prey.
"Green," said the boy in a low tone, "are those men after us again?"
"No, no. It's some huntsmen. I see now; they're hunting deer with head-lights."