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happened to my old friend Captain G. W. Hunt, when 

 he rented the Glendrynoch shootings in Skye. In some 

 mysterious way his head keeper, Mackintosh, learnt 

 there was to be a raid made on the estuary of one of 

 the Glendrynoch streams falling into the West Coast 

 of the island, and promptly informing his master, it was 

 instantly resolved to try and effect a capture ; accord- 

 ingly, about midnight Hunt started with two keepers 

 across country, so as to reach the estuary well before 

 dawn. Just previous to setting out, Mrs. Hunt asked 

 her husband if he were armed, for it was a matter 

 of common talk that the rascals they were about to 

 try and arrest were a rough and lawless lot. This 

 enquiry drew a grim chuckle from the Captain, and an 

 assurance that, should there be blows, he did not doubt 

 but what the stout oak stick he carried would be ample 

 protection ; then, to make Mrs. Hunt more at ease, he 

 picked off a table a very large revolver with a long 

 nickel-plated barrel — a formidable weapon of large bore, 

 and a regular "man stopper" if ever there was one — 

 and thrusting it in his pocket, he departed with a 



