"Yes; they had scent of them last night, but did not come up with any. To-night they hope for better luck, and Grant and a lot of the game watchers are going in quest."
"It seems to me such a sad way of risking one's life," said Amy.
"Property must be protected, Miss Neville. None of these fellows going out to-night go with the idea of losing their lives."
"Perhaps not; but look at the fate of poor Susan's husband."
"You mean the man who was shot? That is a bad spoke to put in the wheel of your argument, as his sad end has only urged on those who are left to annihilate such a set of ruffians. I have half made up my mind to join in the night expedition."
"You!" exclaimed Amy hastily, "pray do not think of such a thing," and then fearing she had said too much—betrayed too deep an interest in his welfare, added, "every one would think it foolish!"
"Would you?" he asked.
"I? oh yes! of course I should, and besides, every one would be so anxious. What would Mrs. Linchmore say?"
"My brother's wife's opinion is naught to me. Would you be anxious, Miss Neville?"