A BLOODY FRAY. 24I 



fore we go any further," said the man whom I 

 had struck on the hand. So I saw them cut 

 his nail off, and he left his nail behind, and I 

 left my blood in the ditch. Hatley bolted, 

 after Joslin had gone, which was the best 

 thing he could do, as he was one man against 

 six poachers. He met Joslin at Stanstead, 

 and the two went first to Inspector Scott, and 

 then to Dr. Menasseh Brooks, and told them 

 they had met with a gang of nine poachers 

 (lovely liars) that they had been, fighting in a 

 most desperate way, and that Wilkins was 

 killed and lying dead in a ditch at^Ryecroft. 



