Perhaps I had better go for Matthew myself." "No, don't move, Talbot," rejoined St.George in a calm firm voice wondering at Talbot's manner.

He had never seen him like this.

All his old-time measured talk and manner were gone; he was like some breathless, hunted man pleading for his life.

"I'm very grateful to you but I shall stay here.

Harry, will you kindly go for Matthew ?" "Stay here!--for how long ?" cried the colonel in astonishment, his glance following Harry as he left the room in obedience to his uncle's request.
"Well, perhaps for the balance of the winter." "In this hole ?" His voice had grown stronger.
"Certainly, why not ?" replied St.George simply, moving his chair so that his guest might see him the better.