CHAPTER IV.
Tallente sat in the morning train, on his way to town, and on the other side of the bare ridge at which he gazed so earnestly Lady Jane and Segerson had brought their horses to a standstill half way along a rude cart track which led up to a farmhouse tucked away in the valley.
"This is where James Crockford's land commences," Segerson remarked, riding up to his companion's side.

"Look around you.

I think you will admit that I have not exaggerated." She frowned thoughtfully.

On every side were evidences of poor farming and neglect.

The untrimmed hedges had been broken down in many places by cattle.