"Where were you?"
"About a mile from here, in the open road."
"Who was fool enough to be shooting ducks in the open road and mistake you for a specimen?—You are not at all the sort of man I should ever think of making game of."
"I tried hard to find out who it was," said Mr. Linden,—"but he was a better runner than I, or else my strength gave out."
"Why how did the thing happen?" said the doctor. "Run!—you don't suppose the fellow meant to hit you?"
"He meant to run—" said Mr. Linden.
The doctor looked at Mr. Simlins, with a serio-comical expression.
"Worse and worse!" said he. "It is a full-grown, regular built adventure; and this is a hero from head to foot."
"Which way did the fellow run?" said Mr. Simlins, with a growl that was ominous.
"Straight ahead—till he got into the woods," said Mr. Linden, smiling at his host. "But he probably turned there, Mr. Simlins."