He said this in a matter-of-fact tone, as though referring to a dinner engagement. Alicia looked at him in some concern, and he smiled.
"I'm not worrying about Bill," he said; "it's——" He pointed to the ridge.
VI
"Crack!"
The Duke's horse reared, but he pulled it down.
"Half right—gallop!"
He caught the bridle of the girl's horse, and cantered to where a little hillock afforded a rough entrenchment.
"Don't dismount, the hill covers you," he said, and plucked a carbine from his saddle bucket. He handed the reins of his horse to Sir Harry and swung to the ground. Hank followed him up the little hill, and Alicia heard them talking.
"Four hundred?" said Hank.
"A little farther I should say," said the Duke; "this air is wonderfully clear and deceptive."