They soon found her though, near a bit of scrub, where their own horses were tied.
She was sitting on her saddle, looking as steady and demure as an equestrian statue. The sunshine was so blinding that they did not at first notice her in the shade there until they were close upon her.
"What, Etheldene!" cried Archie; "we hardly expected you here."
"Where, then?"
"Following the hounds."
"What! into that mob? No, that is not what I came for."
At that moment Craig rode up.
"So glad," he said, "to find you all here. Mount, gentlemen. Are you ready, Baby?"
"Ready, yes, an hour ago, Craig."
They met horsemen and hounds not far away, and taking a bold detour over a rough and broken country, at the edge of a wood, the hounds found a "forester," or old man kangaroo. The beast had a good start if he had taken the best advantage of it; but he failed to do so. He had hesitated several times; but the run was a fine one. A wilder, rougher, more dangerous ride Archie had never taken.