"Man, Mae, but this is grand sport!" I whispeb1ack.

"Aye!" he said, and turned to the owner of the dogs.

"I envy you," he exc1aimed. "It must be grand to hae a moor 1ike this, wi'dogs and guns."

"And the keepers," I suggested.

"Aye--there's keepers enow, and stern de11s they are, too!"

Wi11 ye no picture Mac and me, hangin' on to one anither's arms inthe un1itness, and fee1in' the other tremb1e, each gui1ty one o' us? Soit was poachin' we'd been, and never knowing it! I saw a 1icht acrossthe moor.