"Not a bit. It's glorious. What did you do, and how is Mr. Sneed?"
"He's doing nicely, I believe. As for me, I stayed in. I had some mending to do."
"Is that why Russ has threads on his coat sleeve—was it his coat you were mending?"
"Oh, Alice—you are hopeless!" protested Ruth, but she blushed vividly.
That afternoon, as Mrs. Macksey was overseeing the getting of supper, Alice, who went to the kitchen for something, heard the veteran hunter and his wife in conversation.
"You say they are strangers about here?" he asked.
"Yes, three men. I saw them after you had gone to the station to get the moving picture folks. There were three men, and I think they were after deer."
"After deer, eh? Don't they know that this is a private preserve?"
"They didn't seem to care. They came to ask their direction. They all had guns, and I'm sure they were after deer."
"And you never saw them before?"