All the time he was in the heart of the forest.

Pheasants and rabbits and squirrels continually crossed in front of him.

Once a train passed, and an excited guard shouted threats and warnings, to which he replied in fluent but ineffective English.
"Johnnies seem to think I'm trespassing!" he remarked to himself in an aggrieved tone.

"I can't help being on their beastly line!" Tall, smooth-faced, and fair, he walked with the long step and lightsome grace of the athletic young Englishman of his day.

He was well dressed in tweed clothes, cut by a good tailor, a little creased by his night out of doors, but otherwise immaculate.