"Ye—es. Fact is we're a bit too far north, and a little too much out west, and so everything gets at us like."
"And when is the hunt?"
"Soon's we can gather."
"I'm going for one," said Etheldene.
"What you, Miss?" said Hurricane Bill. "You're most too young, ain't ye?"
The girl did not condescend to answer him.
"Come, sir, we'll ride on," she said to Archie.
And away they flew.
"Depend upon it, Bill, if she says she is going, go she will, and there's an end of it."
"Humph!" That was Bill's reply. He always admitted he had "no great fancy for womenfolks."