Call off your dogs." "So you mean to spoil sport, even if the damage costs you nothing?
I know your kind; it's getting common." "Oh, no," said Askew.

"I won't have the bank cut down, but that is all.
If you like, you can look for another otter on our part of the stream." Thorn gave him a searching glance, and then, seeing he was resolute, shrugged contemptuously.

The huntsman blew his horn, the dogs were drawn off, and Gerald followed the others across the field.

Grace, however, sat down on a fallen tree to rest her foot and for a minute or two thought herself alone.

Then she rose as Askew came through the gap in the hedge.
He began to pull about the broken rails and thorns, but saw her when he looked up.
"They have left you behind, Miss Osborn," he remarked with a smile.
"I think I had enough; besides, I hurt my foot." "Badly ?" "No," said Grace.