The deer season opens in two days.

Why not join our party for a hunt?
We would be delighted to have you." They were coolly thanking him for the invitation,--that, from the tone in which it was given, was so evidently not meant,--when Czar, with a joyful bark, dashed away through the grove.

A moment, and a clear, girlish voice called from among the trees that bordered the cienaga, "Whoo-ee." It was the signal that Sibyl always gave when she approached their camp.
James Rutlidge broke into a low laugh while Sibyl's friends looked at each other in angry consternation as the girl, following her hail and accompanied by the delighted dog, appeared in full view; her fishing-rod in hand, her creel swung over her shoulder.
The girl's embarrassment, when, too late, she saw and recognized their visitor, was pitiful.

As she came slowly forward, too confused to retreat, Rutlidge started to laugh again, but Aaron King, with an emphasis that checked the man's mirth, said in a low tone, "Stop that! Be careful!" As he spoke, the artist arose and with Conrad Lagrange went forward to greet Sibyl in--as nearly as they could--their customary manner.
Formally, Rutlidge was presented to the girl; and, under the threatening eyes of the painter, greeted her with no hint of rudeness in his voice or manner; saying courteously, with a smile, "I have had the pleasure of Miss Andres' acquaintance for--let me see--three years now, is it not ?" he appealed to her directly.
"It was three years ago that I first saw you, sir," she returned coolly.
"It was my first trip into the mountains, I remember," said Rutlidge, easily.

"I met you at Brian Oakley's home." Without replying, she turned to Aaron King appealingly.