It made him start violently, strung up as he was.
"Martin says if we are forced to part company, make for that high ash-tree we came in by." "Yes! yes! yes! but go back for Heaven's sake! don't come here, all out in the open!" She ran back towards Martin; but, ere she could get to him, suddenly a huge dog burst out of the coppice, and stood erect a moment.

Margaret cowered with fear, but he never noticed her.

Scent was to him what sight is to us.

He lowered his nose an instant, and the next moment, with an awful yell, sprang straight at Gerard's tree and rolled head-over-heels dead as a stone, literally spitted with an arrow from the bow that twanged beside the coppice in Martin's hand.

That same moment out came another hound and smelt his dead comrade.