Which," she added, "does not surprise me, as there are some hundred square miles of mountain and forest on this estate, and Scott is lazy and aging very fast." "By the way, Sis, you say you got a four-year near The Green Pass ?" She nodded, busy with her bon-bon.
"Was it exciting ?" asked Duane, secretly eaten up with pride over her achievements and sportsmanship.
"No, not very." She went on with her bon-bon, then glanced up at her brother, askance, like a bad child afraid of being reported.
"Old Miller is so fussy," she said--"the old, spoilt tyrant! He is really very absurd sometimes." "Oho!" said Scott suspiciously, "so Miller is coming to me again!" "He--I'm afraid he is.

Did you," appealing to Kathleen, "ever know a more obstinate, unreasoning old man----" "Geraldine! What did you do!" she exclaimed.
"Yes," said Scott, annoyed, "what the deuce have you been up to now?
Miller is perfectly right; he's an old hunter and knows his business, and when he comes to me and complains that you take fool risks, he's doing his duty!" He turned to Duane: "That idiot girl," he said, nodding toward his abashed sister, "knocked over a boar last month, ran up to look at his tusks, and was hurled into a snowdrift by the beast, who was only creased.

He went for Miller, too, and how he and my sister ever escaped without a terrible slashing before Geraldine shot the brute, nobody knows....

There's his head up there--the wicked-looking one over the fireplace." "That's not good sportsmanship," said Duane gravely.
Geraldine hung her head, colouring.
"I know it; I mean to keep cool; truly, I do.

But things happen so quickly----" "Why are you afraid Miller is going to complain ?" interrupted her brother.
"Scott--it wasn't anything very much--that is, I didn't think so.