Chapter 23

They were badly startled, for they raced through the river and disappeared in a few breathless seconds in the farther woods. . . . Suddenly a thought made her heart beat wildly, and she raked the ground with her glass. . . . There was something tawny on a patch of turf in a little hollow near the stream. A moment of anxious spying showed her that it was a dead stag. The report had not been Mr Bandicott's dynamite, but a rifle. Down the hill-side like a startled hind went Janet. She was choking with excitement, and …