CHAPTER X. 



A BLOODY FRAY. 



AS I have before mentioned, my neighbour 

 Jones lost his place and took to poaching. 

 One day I discovered that a net had been set 

 at Honeysuckle Gate, and another one at Rye- 

 croft Gate, so I and my under-keeper, Joslin, 

 together with George Hutley, went to the 

 former place, where I and Joslin stayed, whilst 

 Hutley went into the next field, about fifty 

 yards further on. About eleven o'clock at 

 night I heard some one coming down the field, 

 and saw three men pass close by where Joslin 

 was hiding, so close that he could have put out 



