Yet whatever he did, it was to help some one weaker than himself, and if my patience now and then failed me, the honour I had for him grew, as I said, with every mile we went.
I say it was afternoon when we reached Richmond.

As we approached the place my comrade's desire to see his guardian waxed cool, and he cast about him for an excuse, if not to avoid going to the house, at least to put it off till night.

I proposed that we should rest ourselves under the trees in the park, to which he agreed.

But it was an unlucky move.
For we had not lain half an hour, enjoying the shade, and I half asleep, when he started up with a "hist," and slipped an arrow into his bow.
At that moment a fine buck went by.

He had not spied us while we lay still, but the moment my comrade moved, he threw up his head and bounded off.