He determined upon his return to carry some of his cases of stuffed birds down to a shop in the town, and he felt sure that he could get enough for these to pay for any damage which could have been inflicted, with a fine for trespassing, for he had seen stuffed birds exposed in the windows for sale, which were, he was sure, very inferior to his own both in execution and lifelike interest.
After proceeding a few hundred yards along the road they met a pretty little girl of seven or eight years old walking along alone.

Frank scarcely glanced at her, for at the moment he heard a shouting in the distance and saw some men running along the road.

For a moment he thought that the farmer had despatched some of his men to stop him, but instantly dismissed the idea, as they were coming from the opposite direction and could by no possibility have heard what had happened.

They were lost sight of by a dip in the road, and as they disappeared, an object was seen on the road on the near side of the dip.
"It is a dog," Frank said.

"What can they be shouting at ?" The dog was within fifty yards of them when the men again appeared from the dip and recommenced shouting.