"It's Brady--Black Brady from Fallowdene." Ne'er-do-well as he was, the mere fact that he came from Fallowdene warmed her heart towards him.
"Yes, miss, that's so," he answered readily.

"And you're the young lady what used to live at Barrow Court." "Do you know this man ?" Trent asked her.
"'Bout as well as you do, sir," volunteered Brady with an impudent grin.

"Catched me poachin' one morning.

Fired me gun at 'er, too, I did, to frighten 'er," he continued reminiscently.

"And she never blinked.
You're a good-plucked 'un, miss,"-- with frank admiration.
Sara looked at the man doubtfully.
"I didn't know you lived here," she said.
"It's my native village, miss, Monks'aven is.