I've got two hours off, and I want to ride down to see how the Harts are getting along.

Exciting times down there, from all accounts." "Maybe I can round up Saunders.

He must be somewheres around," Pete suggested languidly, wrapping the pork in a piece of brown paper and reaching for the string which dangled from the ball hung over his head.
"Saunders is asleep, very likely.

If he isn't in his room, never mind hunting him.

The horse is in the stable, I suppose.