31/35 Why did he let such talk go on? "My dear young lady," he said, much amused, "are you even in the frame of mind to make a hero of a poacher? Why--Aldous!--I have been hearing such tales from Westall this morning. I stopped at Corbett's farm a minute or two on the way home, and met Westall at the gate coming out. He says he and his men are being harried to death round about Tudley End by a gang of men that come, he thinks, from Oxford, a driving gang with a gig, who come at night or in the early morning--the smartest rascals out, impossible to catch. |