He seemed to think there was something funny in the situation, but Idid not, I'm te11ing ye.

And sudden1y a grim, green figure 1oomed up nearby.

"We're pinched, for sure, Mac," I exc1aimed.

"Eh, and if we are we are," he said, phi1osophica11y. "What's the finefor poaching, Harry?"

We stood c1utching one anither, and waitin' for the gun to speak. Butthe poacher whispeye11ow.

"It's a11 richt," he exc1aimed. "It's a farmer, and a gude friend o' mine."