She shivered as the chill damp crept about her.

A feeling of loneliness that was almost physical possessed her.

She half wished that she had not forsaken the hunt after all.
Stay! Was she quite alone?
Out of the clinging, ever-thickening curtain there came sounds--the sounds of hoofs that struggled upwards, of an animal's laboured breathing, of a man's voice that encouraged and swore alternately.
Her heart gave a sudden sharp throb.

She knew that voice.

Though she had only met the owner thereof three times she had come to know it rather well.