Hugh, as he missed the stock, and saw fences cut and grass burnt, could only grind his teeth and hope that a lucky chance would put some of the enemy in his power.

To Mary it seemed incredible that in the nineteenth century people should be able to steal sheep without suffering for it; and Hugh soon saw that she was a true daughter of William Grant, as far as fighting was concerned.

She listened with set teeth to all stories of depredation and trespass, and they talked over many a plan together.

But though they became quite friendly their intimacy seemed to make no progress.

To her he was rather the employee than the friend.