|Date:||Sat, 16 Sep 2006 01:28:08 -0500|
Lamancha was beginning to realisethat the situation was really awkward.
Palliser-Yeates was greeted with enthusiasm.
Leithen, whose head was clear enoughthough his legs were aching, both heard and saw. A pretty look-out you can keep in this weather.
Well get after him, said Johnson, and then he stopped short.
Then to Lord Claybody: You know Sir Archibald Roylance. John Macnab was veritablyin the forest, and at the thought he grew both nervous and wroth. Macnicol says there areno traps, but you never can tell.
It was a game Lamancha had never played in his life before.
The mist was distraction enough,for in it no man could see twenty yards ahead of him. The Red Burn fellow may havegone down the Machray side, and be now in the woods.
But I do not think he hascome at all, unless hes daft.
And all the while he whistled and sang,and generally comported himself like a madman. In his opinion, if John Macnab wasin the forest, he was on or beyond the Beallach. If you see anybody on Clonlet or in the woods, hunt him like hell. That was what made him the bigger man, perhaps. I see nothing there, but of courseI only see the south end.
Leithen sat down on a stone and lit his pipe.
He is not enough of a sportsman to be happyshooting and fishing all day and every day.
But, I say, youve gotto stage-manage this show.
He is not enough of a sportsman to be happyshooting and fishing all day and every day. When he rose with his eyes dim with water he had an unpleasing surprise.
Funny that weve had so much to do witheach other indirectly and have never met.
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