We must get back to the stubble." "You are not interested in my secret, then ?" said Jack.

"But I am going to tell you all the same, Kathleen." "Oh, please don't," she replied in a distressed voice.

"We are having such a splendid time, and besides we are after birds, aren't we?
And there are the others," she added, pointing across the stubble field, "and Sweeper is on point again.

Oh, let's run." She started forward quickly, her foot caught in a tangle of vetch vine and she pitched heavily forward.

Jack sprang to catch her.