"It is shameful that people cannot sit in their own room without the risk of being shot at.

What can it mean?
Surely no one can have any enmity against you." "I hope not, my dear," John Thorndyke said lightly.

"Some of the fellows we have sentenced may think that we were rather hard on them, but I do not think that any of them would feel it sufficiently to attempt to murder one; besides, Mark says that the fellow had a horse waiting for him, and none of our poachers would be likely to be the owner of a horse.

It may be that the highwayman Mark shot at and wounded has come down to give us a fright.

It is no use worrying about it now; in future we will have the shutters closed at sunset.