So far, so good--her morning's work was done, the picture of it fixed into her mind. Upwards she soared until the receding cliff shrunk to a splotch of brown. Once more she took her bearings and was satisfied, set her course east, and, with a dropping arrow's flight, came to the hill-top coppice. She landed on the bramble hedge which skirts its western clearing. "Good hunting, sister!" said the Ophion Fly. She sat on a high briar-leaf, her rainbow wings uplifted. "It's hardly time for that," said Spinipes. "To-morrow, p'raps. To-day I feed myself." "There's lucerne on the slope," the Ophion said, "and something underneath you." There was a snap and flicker in the grass, and presently appeared a pygmy beetle, long-snouted, dusty-coated, trailing its slow legs wearily. "D'you _see_ it?" said the Ophion Fly. "I see it, but what of it?" "It means good hunting, sister. Green grubs, black-headed, fatted. Too small for me, but just the size for you. You'll find them in the lucerne." "Thank you," said Spinipes, but she was half across the field, a dancing, filmy wisp of pink, wind-borne. A meal, and then to work, thought Spinipes. It must be done by sunset. It must. It must. From spray to spray she flitted. Flower after flower she robbed of its pale nectar. Bud after bud she nibbled. At last she found the food she sought, and, with her strength renewed, took flight. Upwards she soared; three times she circled round; then in a straight, unbroken course, whizzed to her shaft. Her pace was scarcely slackened as she entered. Her wings closed lengthways on her back, and, in a moment, she was at the bottom. Something was there before her. [Illustration: "GOOD HUNTING, SISTER!" SAID THE OPHION FLY] Something six legged, which kicked and squirmed and writhed. Something which coiled to a hard, slippery ball, and rolled away from capture. There was no space for it to pass, and yet there seemed no holding it. At last she pinned it with her feet, and, backing, dragged it upwards to the light. It was a radiant jewel fly, a squat, short-waisted, dumpy thing made glorious by its colour. Gems sparkled on it head to tail, sapphire and ruby, emerald and topaz, and, as it struggled, fire of gold blazed and died down upon its jerking body. Instinctively she shook and worried it. Instinctively she flung it down the slope. Head over tail, tight-clenched, it spun, nor opened till it reached the grass below. Here it snapped out to shape again, took instant wing, and, with a glancing flight, regained the ledge. "An excellent shaft, Madam; quite excellent. No doubt you made it for a special purpose. Now I----" "Listen to me," said Spinipes, "and mark my every word. If you come near that shaft again--if you so much as touch it with your feet, I'll sting your prying life out." She charged at it full swing and chased it off the ledge. "An area sneak!" she muttered, as she dropt underground once more--"and over-dressed at that."