"Yes." Davey's tone was a little uncertain.
The Schoolmaster went to the door again.
Davey called him back with a restless movement.
"What are you going to do about those beasts?" he asked querulously. "They're better here than at Steve's, but of course if M'Laughlin gets a tracker it wouldn't take him long to find them. Teddy's got them in the four-mile paddock this morning, but they ought to be moving."
"Perhaps Conal"—the Schoolmaster began.
"Oh, yes, I forgot, Conal—he'll take them."
Davey fell back.
"Why can't you take them yourself?" he inquired.
The Schoolmaster met his eyes for a moment.
"Lost my nerve," he said, with a little grating laugh, and turned out of doors.