Oh, you needn't go, Mr.Halloway; Olly never comes to any harm.

He's only quarrelling with some one." De Forest raised himself on his elbow to listen, while Halloway walked off in the direction of the outburst.

"There are possibilities lurking in picnics, you know," he remarked, resuming his recumbent position, "mad bulls, and rabbit traps, and fine chances for a drown now and then.

But I suppose we needn't trouble ourselves, Mr.Halloway'll see to it.

Besides, Olly bears the charmed life of the wicked.