Eli went indoors and came out with a foaming tankard of ale, which Bob Heather made short work of.
"That will keep me warm," he said, with a sigh of satisfaction.
"You have plenty of rugs, are you afraid the luggage will catch cold?" said Eli, slyly.
"Luggage be blowed," said Bob. "These things are for Mary; she'd never forgive me if she caught a cold," and he shook the reins and proceeded on his journey.
CHAPTER III.
RANDOM.
Squire Maynard remained in the dining-room throughout the night. Towards morning he fell asleep in his arm-chair, Bersak watching on the rug at his feet. It would have gone ill with the man who attempted to touch the Squire with Bersak on guard. More than one poacher had felt the hound's teeth in his calf, and howled for mercy, and been forgiven on account of the punishment received.
Bersak once saved Ulick's life, or if not his life, at any rate rescued him from being maimed.