"And you really mean to go on with it all ?" "Why, yes." (V) The moors had been pretty well shot over already since the twelfth of August, but the two had a very pleasant day, for all that, a couple of days later.

They went but with a keeper and half a dozen beaters--Frank in an old homespun suit of Jack's, and his own powerful boots, and made a very tolerable bag.

There was one dramatic moment, Jack told me, when they found that luncheon had been laid at a high point on the hills from which the great gray mass of Merefield and the shimmer of the lake in front of the house were plainly visible only eight miles away.

The flag was flying, too, from the flagstaff on the old keep, showing, according to ancient custom, that Lord Talgarth was at home.

Frank looked at it a minute or two with genial interest, and Jack wondered whether he had noticed, as he himself had, that even the Rectory roof could be made out, just by the church tower at the foot of the hill.
Neither said anything, but as the keeper came up to ask for orders as they finished lunch, he tactfully observed that there was a wonderful fine view of Merefield.
"Yes," said Frank, "you could almost make out people with a telescope." * * * * * The two were walking together alone as they dropped down, an hour before sunset, on to the upper end of Barham.