THE SILVER FOX 157 



Immediately some remembrance, vague 

 yet iirgeiit, drove its way into the blind 

 and sino'le resolve of his mind. It was 

 grouse-shooting long ago, — the grey horse 

 took down half a loose wall with him as he 

 jumped, and Hugh chucked him in the 

 mouth and hit him — a man had spoken to 

 him that day about something connected 

 with those stones, he had seen that man 

 again lately — quite lately — there was some- 

 thing horrible about it all. — Come up, horse! 

 why the devil can't you look where you're 

 going ? — and yet it eluded him. Then it 

 came, like the dart of a snake out of a 

 ruined wall. It was old Dan Quin, who 

 was dead, whom he had seen in the covert ; 

 it was Dan Quin who had spoken to him 

 out grouse-shooting ; he had pointed to 



those stones and told him Oh, God ! 



his wife was within a hundred yards of the 

 place ! He shouted her name with his 

 utmost strength. She did not hear him ; 

 she was cantering Solomon up the field, and 

 the hounds were crossing a fence above her, 



