"Likely it'll have been some poaching affair he was after last night--him and others.

And they may have quarrelled and come to blows--and there you are!" "Were there any signs of an affray close by--or near, on the bank ?" asked Mr.Lindsey.
"We're going down there now ourselves to have a look round," answered Mr.
Murray.

"But according to Turndale, the body was lying in a deep pool in the Till, under the trees on the bank--it might have lain there for many a month if it hadn't been for yon young McIlwraith that has a turn for prying into dark and out-of-the-way corners.

Well, here's more matter for the coroner." Mr.Lindsey and I went back to Berwick after that.

And, once more, he said little on the journey, except that it would be well if it came out that this was but a poaching affair in which Crone had got across with some companion of his; and for the rest of the afternoon he made no further remark to me about the matter, nor about the discovery of the morning.