When he did at last return it was in triumph.

He was dead-beat, voiceless, and foot-sore; but a sense of glory sustained him.

Four poachers had been taken red-handed in the coverts farthest from Arleigh.

The rumor about Arleigh had, of course, been a blind; but he, Ralph, thank Heaven, was not to be taken in in such a hurry as all that! He could look after his interests as well as most men.

In short, he was full of glorification to the brim, and it was only after hearing a hoarse and full account of the whole transaction several times over that Charles was able in a pause for breath to tell him that he had offered Dare a bed, as he was quite tired out, and was some distance from Vandon.
"All right.