"Come, Diana.

Let Jerry saddle for us.

We'll ride to Zoyland Chase at once." They went without a word to Richard who was still closeted with Vallancey, and riding forth they crossed the river and took the road that, skirting Sedgemoor, runs south to Weston Zoyland.

They rode with little said until they came to the point where the road branches on the left, throwing out an arm across the moor towards Chedzoy, a mile or so short of Zoyland Chase.

Here Diana reined in with a sharp gasp of pain.
Ruth checked, and cried to know what ailed her.
"It is the sun, I think," muttered Diana, her hand to her brow.