8 THE SILVER FOX 



"No, you won't!" cried Lady Susan. 

 " I'll whip for him myself ; but I don't 

 believe he knows anything about it — does 

 he, Bunny ? '' 



''Oh dear, no!" replied Major Bunbury, 

 with elephantine sarcasm; "he's a perfect 

 owl. Can't think why we made him carry 

 the horn till he left the regiment — and the 

 funny thing was that he seemed quite up to 

 the job." 



Captain French took no notice of the 

 compliment. 



" I can't imagine who the people are who 

 want me to get up a pack there," he said, 

 without much enthusiasm ; " last time I 

 ■was over there seemed to be no one in the 

 place but the parson and the two old Miss 

 Macarthys. They'd make a pretty sort of a 

 hunt." 



" Oh, there are a lot of farmers," replied 

 Slaney, " and there's the police officer, and 

 there's Mr. Glasgow, the contractor of the 

 new railway." To her own surprise and 

 annoyance she blushed as she spoke, and 



