She jogged it impatiently.

"He'll remain our property whether we kill or not, Dad.

Let him live to run again!" "What ?" cried a voice in the rear.

"Let a woman interfere?
Great Heavens above, Barchard! Have you gone mad ?" Barchard the huntsman glanced round uneasily as an old man on a powerful white horse forced his way to the front.

His grey eyes glowered down at Avery as though he would slay her.