CHAPTER V

A MEETING ON THE MOOR “You’ve found out by this time that I didn’t come to this part of the world altogether as a stranger!” Bryan said one afternoon to Raymond Bettesford. They were on the top of Lone Barrow Down, the highest point of the moor, swept by the winds of sea and land, and as brown as a berry—walking across the open country with a reckless disregard of all footpaths which was in itself a delight to both of them. Away inland was a rolling stretch of wild moorland, with here and there a few shaggy cattle …