"They may not have left the trees yet." Together they strolled away through the stubble, the girl moving with an easy grace that spoke of balanced physical strength, and with an eagerness that indicated the keen hunter's spirit.

The bluff brought no result.
"That bluff promised chickens if ever a bluff did," said Kathleen in a disappointed voice.

"We'll get them further down, and then again in the stubble." "Cheer-o," cried Jack.

"The day is fine and we are having a ripping time, at least I am." "And I, too," cried the girl.

"I love this, the open fields,--and the sport, too." "And good company," said Jack boldly.
"Yes, good company, of course," she said with a quick, friendly glance.
"And you ARE good company to-day." "To-day ?" "Yes.