Miss  Maguire  looked  at  the  three  English-
men as  they  came  up,  and  whispered  something
to  Doyle,  who  introduced  her.  She  nodded  to
the  others,  but  turned  at  once  to  the  Boy.
'  So  you're  the  one  who  objects  to  seeing
foxes  killed  ?'  she  said.
Her  voice  was  soft,  with  a  touch  of  the
Southern  brogue  in  it.
*  No,  no  ;  not  bein'  killed — hounded  to  death,'
answered  the  Boy,  unabashed,  as  usual,  though
he  stood  a  stranger  arraigned  at  the  bar  of
sport.  '  Hunt  'em  down,  if  you're  able.  I
never  saw  cubbin'  before,  and  it  seemed  unfair
— to  me.'

'  H'm  !  I  don't  know  that  I  ever  looked  at
it  in  that  light,'  she  said,  considering  him  with
her  good-humoured  gray  eyes.
'  It's  to  be  hoped  you  won't  again,'  snarled
Donovan  Moore,  bestowing  a  hearty  glance  of
contempt  on  the  Boy.
The  Boy  returned  it  with  a  disarming  smile.
AND  A  GIRL  75

He  thought  of  Ould  Tim,   who  had  hobbled
in  to-day  lame  all  round.    To  his  rapid  imagina
tion   it  was    possible    that    these   two   fliers   of
Cahirvally  might  '  whistle   for   his   heels  '  with
the  rest.
Moore  received  the  smile  on  a  lance  of  cold
distrust,  and  elbowed  the  Boy  aside.
Travers  had  gone  a  little  away,  and  aired  his
grievances  at  some  length,  when  a  flustered
porter  came  tearing  down  to  announce  that
'  the  six  was  in,  an'  a  thruck  behind  her  ;  an'
surely  'twas  the  horses  the  gintleman  expected.'

Miss  Maguire  looked  at  her  watch,  remarked
that  they  had  time  to  go  round  to  see  the  English
mare,  then,  with  a  careless  word  to  the  guard
to  keep  the  train  if  she  was  late,  she  followed
Travers  down  the  platform.
