Me watch." Willy Horse melted into the shadows.
"Who can it be ?" wondered Grace.
"Hunters, of course.

Willy Horse's zeal has run away with his judgment.
I think--" Tom paused.

Protesting voices were heard back in the forest, voices raised in angry resentment.

Two men suddenly burst out into the light of the campfire, followed by Willy Horse close at their heels, his rifle pressed against the back of a panting man..