Then she shrilly cried, "Iver, come!"
CHAPTER XXIII.
A SHOT.
After Bideabout had done his business in Godalming he had returned to the Punch-Bowl.
The news had reached his ears that a deer had been seen on the Moor, and he knew that on the following day many guns would be out, as every man in Thursley was a sportsman. With characteristic cunning he resolved to forestall his fellows, go forth at night, which he might well do when the moon was full, and secure the deer for himself.
As he left the house, he encountered his sister.
"Where are you going off to?" she inquired. "And got a gun too."
He informed her of his intention.
"Ah! you'll give us some of the venison," said she.
"I'm not so sure of that," answered the Broom-Squire, churlishly.