Once there was a loud order which came rolling out, and a little later a gleam of lights was seen, but no rush of footsteps, no sign of pursuit; and suddenly a voice broke the silence of the peaceful night air, as Nick Garth roared out: "'Taren't likely.

Rats won't show for hours after the dogs have hunted 'em in their holes." "Ah! might wait for a week," growled Dan Rugg.

"It's all over for to-night." "They're right, Eden," whispered Ralph.
"Yes: they're right," said Mark, with a groan.

"We're beaten--beaten, like a pack of cowards.

Let's go home." "I did not see much cowardice," said Ralph bitterly.