The second, the third night, during which Hillary watched, passed uneventfully. Each night, or morning rather, as Hillary left, the pressure of his hand clasping that of Honor became warmer. After he was gone, the girl sat musing for some minutes, listening to his dying steps as he passed along the lane homewards. Then she sighed, shook her head, as though to shake off some dream that tole over her, and went to bed. Hillary’s determined watching was not, however, destined to remain fruitless. Early on the fourth night, after he had been at his post an hour, the bleating and scampering of the sheep showed that their enemy was at hand. In another moment both saw a dark animal dash across the field in pursuit. Hillary fired, and the creature fell over. ’Bring a lantern, Honor,’ he shouted. ’Let us see whose dog it is.’ She ran indoors. Her father and Kate had been roused by the report. When she returned with the lantern to the field, ’You were right, Honor,’ said Hillary, ’this is Uncle Taverner’s Rover. Poor fellow, we were friends once, when I was allowed at Langford. Now he and his master have fallen to bad ways. I have put the seal on my misdoings, and Uncle Taverner will never forgive me for having shot his dog.’ ’Well, perhaps you will recover your wits now,’ said Kate. ’Wits! why?’ ’Wits—you have been dull enough lately. Perhaps as the dog went sheep-killing, your wits went wool-gathering. They have been dead, or not at home.’ ’Go home, Larry,’ said Honor; ’and take our best thanks to warm you.’ Hillary, however, seemed ill-disposed to go. He hung about the kitchen pretending that his fingers wanted warming, or considering what was to be done with the carcass of the dog. What he really desired was a further chat with Honor. But Kate would not allow him to be alone with her sister, though unsuspicious of the state of his feelings, and indifferent to them herself. She was like a mosquito that buzzes about a sleep-drunk man, threatening him, rousing him, settling, and stabbing, and escaping before his hand can chastise. The more she plied him with her jokes, the more dispirited he became, and incapable of repartee. ’Well,’ said he at length, ’I suppose it is time for all to go to bed. You have all seen enough of the dead dog.’ ’And we of the live lion,’ said Kate. He went hesitatingly to the door, then came back, tied the dog’s hind feet together, and slung the body over his back on his gun. Then he went back to the door. Kate said something to Honor, gave Larry a nod, and went away to bed. Honor accompanied him to the door, to fasten it after him. ’I wish Rover had not come for a couple of hours,’ he said, as he held out his hand. ’You have won your guinea, and must be content,’ she answered with a smile. ’Do you suppose I care for the guinea, except that I may share it with you?’ he asked. ’I’ll tell you what we will do with it, break it in half, and each keep a half.’