THE SILVER FOX 75 



Lady Susan was a hundred yards ahead. 

 Glasgow let his horse go, reducing the 

 distance at every stride, and leaving Slaney 

 behind. He did not seem like the lover 

 who had found out the secret of her lips 

 two evenings ago. 



Other riders were close to her now, con- 

 verging from different points ; she was 

 dimly aware of Major Bunbury below her 

 on the left, riding hard and steady to pick 

 up a bad start ; she saw Danny's red coat 

 far away in the heather ; she vaguely missed 

 Hugh's. She was in the green field at last, 

 with the hounds casting themselves at the 

 farther side of an ugly stone-faced bank 

 plumed with furze-bushes. The grey had 

 refused, with the nervousness of youth and 

 inexperience, and Glasgow was looking 

 about for a better place to get over. At 

 the same moment Slaney saw Hugh gallop- 

 ing towards them up a hillside track on the 

 bay that his wife had ridden the Friday 

 before, and through the maddening din of 

 the hounds opening again on the line, she 



