"What is happening?"
"I don't know, yet."
Presently, nearer the balustrade above them, the voice came again: "Is it Monsieur Guild?"
"Yes. Who are you?"
"Pardon. Will Monsieur come up to the terrace? I am watching the wall beyond the pool."
They ascended the stone steps; Karen moving lightly beside him. In the shadow of the clipped yews a dark form stirred.
"Pardon. I did not recognize Monsieur Guild nor Mademoiselle. There is trouble."
It was Schultz the herdsman; his rifle was in his hand and he wore two cartridge-belts crossed over his smock en bandoulière.
He touched his hat to Karen, but turned immediately toward the star-lit sky-line where the dark coping of the wall cut it.
"What is the trouble?" asked Guild with a sinking heart.