74 THE SILVER FOX 



strongly and defiantly alive. The thud of 

 galloping hoofs was in her ears, and she 

 looked back in time to see Glasgow's horse 

 clear the stones with a long bound, and 

 receive a blow across the nose from Tom 

 Quins stick as he landed. Drag as she 

 might she could not calm Isabella, who was 

 bucketing through the heather tussocks 

 with school-girl ardour ; when she looked 

 again, Quin was holding his hand to his 

 face, as if he had been struck upon it, and 

 was raving in that inarticulate futility of 

 rage that is not good to see. Glasgow came 

 on like a thunderbolt, and was beside 

 Slaney in a moment, his horse still rampant 

 from the blow. 



" He's mad ! " she called out through the 

 wind that sang in her teeth. '' He didn't 

 know what he was doing." 



*' Didn't he, though ! " Glasgow shouted 

 back, his eyes tracking the hounds where 

 they were flitting like white birds across a 

 green field near the brow of the hill ; " he 

 knows now, I think ! " 



