"
"They are coming our way at last," he returned quietly. "But what's
that to us when you are to be married? I wish you joy and I shall be
at the wedding, and it must be soon, too, and Tim shall be here." He
was speaking very rapidly; his face was pale and his hand trembled in
mine. "I'll send for him. Tim must have a holiday, and perhaps he'll
bring Miss--Miss Smyth." Weston laughed. "Parker," he corrected.
"He'll bring Miss Parker or Mrs. Tim."
Full and strong the bay of the hounds was ringing along the ridges.
Nearer and nearer they were coming. Now I could hear old Captain's
deep tones, and the shorter, sharper tongue of Betsy, Mike, and Major.
The fox was keeping to the ridge-top and in a few moments he would be
sweeping by us. I pointed through the woods to a bit of clearing made
by a charcoal burner. If he kept his course the fox would cross it,
and that meant a clear shot. Weston knew the place, and without a word
he picked up his gun and hurried through the woods.
Nearer and nearer came the hounds.
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