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

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

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

"And the keepers," I suggested.

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

Will ye no picture Mac and me, hangin' on to one anither's arms inthe unlitness, and feelin' the other tremble, each guilty one o' us? Soit was poachin' we'd been, and never knowing it! I saw a licht acrossthe moor.