3IO AN ENGLISH GAMEKEEPER. 



to Mr. Fowle. " You know what belongs to 

 him better than I do," said he, and politely 

 shut the door in my face. 



So Humphries and I started off, ancl he 

 suggested that I should call at the Post Office, 

 and tell them to send my letters on to Chute 

 Lodge. I did so, and Mrs. Smith, the post- 

 mistress, gave me a letter which had just 

 arrived for me. Seeing that it was from Ches- 

 ham I opened it, and read it at once. It was 

 from my father and ran as follows: " Dear 

 John, Mr. Fuller has had a letter from his 

 cousin, Squire Maitland, and you are to leave, 

 and come at once. I will meet you at Maiden- 

 head station, next Saturday." 



I took my box down out of the cart, and 

 left it at Humphries' mother's house, at the 

 door of which I piled up the broken hurdles 

 and other useless things I had taken away 

 from Chilton House. Humphries walked with 

 me when I started again for Chute Lodge, and 

 he asked me to try and get him the job of 

 killing rabbits for Mr. Fowle, instead of me. 

 He kept on and on, talking and walking, until 



