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I
hurried
along
the
road
at
the
top
of
my
speed
without
seeing
anything
of
Sir
Henry
,
until
I
came
to
the
point
where
the
moor
path
branches
off
.
There
,
fearing
that
perhaps
I
had
come
in
the
wrong
direction
after
all
,
I
mounted
a
hill
from
which
I
could
command
a
view
--
the
same
hill
which
is
cut
into
the
dark
quarry
.
Thence
I
saw
him
at
once
.
He
was
on
the
moor
path
,
about
a
quarter
of
a
mile
off
,
and
a
lady
was
by
his
side
who
could
only
be
Miss
Stapleton
.
It
was
clear
that
there
was
already
an
understanding
between
them
and
that
they
had
met
by
appointment
.
They
were
walking
slowly
along
in
deep
conversation
,
and
I
saw
her
making
quick
little
movements
of
her
hands
as
if
she
were
very
earnest
in
what
she
was
saying
,
while
he
listened
intently
,
and
once
or
twice
shook
his
head
in
strong
dissent
.
I
stood
among
the
rocks
watching
them
,
very
much
puzzled
as
to
what
I
should
do
next
.
To
follow
them
and
break
into
their
intimate
conversation
seemed
to
be
an
outrage
,
and
yet
my
clear
duty
was
never
for
an
instant
to
let
him
out
of
my
sight
.
To
act
the
spy
upon
a
friend
was
a
hateful
task
.
Still
,
I
could
see
no
better
course
than
to
observe
him
from
the
hill
,
and
to
clear
my
conscience
by
confessing
to
him
afterwards
what
I
had
done
.
It
is
true
that
if
any
sudden
danger
had
threatened
him
I
was
too
far
away
to
be
of
use
,
and
yet
I
am
sure
that
you
will
agree
with
me
that
the
position
was
very
difficult
,
and
that
there
was
nothing
more
which
I
could
do
.
Our
friend
,
Sir
Henry
,
and
the
lady
had
halted
on
the
path
and
were
standing
deeply
absorbed
in
their
conversation
,
when
I
was
suddenly
aware
that
I
was
not
the
only
witness
of
their
interview
.
A
wisp
of
green
floating
in
the
air
caught
my
eye
,
and
another
glance
showed
me
that
it
was
carried
on
a
stick
by
a
man
who
was
moving
among
the
broken
ground
.
It
was
Stapleton
with
his
butterfly-net
.
He
was
very
much
closer
to
the
pair
than
I
was
,
and
he
appeared
to
be
moving
in
their
direction
.
At
this
instant
Sir
Henry
suddenly
drew
Miss
Stapleton
to
his
side
.
His
arm
was
round
her
,
but
it
seemed
to
me
that
she
was
straining
away
from
him
with
her
face
averted
.
He
stooped
his
head
to
hers
,
and
she
raised
one
hand
as
if
in
protest
.
Next
moment
I
saw
them
spring
apart
and
turn
hurriedly
round
.
Stapleton
was
the
cause
of
the
interruption
.
He
was
running
wildly
towards
them
,
his
absurd
net
dangling
behind
him
.
He
gesticulated
and
almost
danced
with
excitement
in
front
of
the
lovers
.
What
the
scene
meant
I
could
not
imagine
,
but
it
seemed
to
me
that
Stapleton
was
abusing
Sir
Henry
,
who
offered
explanations
,
which
became
more
angry
as
the
other
refused
to
accept
them
.
The
lady
stood
by
in
haughty
silence
.
Finally
Stapleton
turned
upon
his
heel
and
beckoned
in
a
peremptory
way
to
his
sister
,
who
,
after
an
irresolute
glance
at
Sir
Henry
,
walked
off
by
the
side
of
her
brother
.
The
naturalist
's
angry
gestures
showed
that
the
lady
was
included
in
his
displeasure
.
The
baronet
stood
for
a
minute
looking
after
them
,
and
then
he
walked
slowly
back
the
way
that
he
had
come
,
his
head
hanging
,
the
very
picture
of
dejection
.
What
all
this
meant
I
could
not
imagine
,
but
I
was
deeply
ashamed
to
have
witnessed
so
intimate
a
scene
without
my
friend
's
knowledge
.
I
ran
down
the
hill
therefore
and
met
the
baronet
at
the
bottom
.
His
face
was
flushed
with
anger
and
his
brows
were
wrinkled
,
like
one
who
is
at
his
wit
's
ends
what
to
do
.
"
Halloa
,
Watson
!
Where
have
you
dropped
from
?
"
said
he
.
"
You
do
n't
mean
to
say
that
you
came
after
me
in
spite
of
all
?
"
I
explained
everything
to
him
:
how
I
had
found
it
impossible
to
remain
behind
,
how
I
had
followed
him
,
and
how
I
had
witnessed
all
that
had
occurred
.
For
an
instant
his
eyes
blazed
at
me
,
but
my
frankness
disarmed
his
anger
,
and
he
broke
at
last
into
a
rather
rueful
laugh
.
"
You
would
have
thought
the
middle
of
that
prairie
a
fairly
safe
place
for
a
man
to
be
private
,
"
said
he
,
"
but
,
by
thunder
,
the
whole
country-side
seems
to
have
been
out
to
see
me
do
my
wooing
--
and
a
mighty
poor
wooing
at
that
!
Where
had
you
engaged
a
seat
?
"
"
I
was
on
that
hill
.
"
"
Quite
in
the
back
row
,
eh
?
But
her
brother
was
well
up
to
the
front
.
Did
you
see
him
come
out
on
us
?
"
