"They belong to somebody who would rather they didn't stray," Lisle rejoined. "In the country I come from, it's considered a serious transgression to knock over another person's fence and not put it up again." He calmly went on with his task, and sitting down she took out a silver cigarette-case. After a minute or two she looked up at him. "You're doing that very neatly," she remarked. "I've done something of the kind for a living," Lisle informed her. "Oh! It's curious that you seem proud of it. In this case, I don't mind your keeping me, because they can't drive up the birds until we have crossed the higher moor. It will annoy Gladwyne and his keeper, and I'm not pleased with either of them. I wanted Flo Marple's station at the first butts." Lisle considered this. He had wondered why she had favored him with her company, when, although her previous companion had deserted her, she could by hurrying a little have joined the others. The butts were not spaced very far apart. Their late occupants had, however, now vanished into a dip of the moor. He asked himself why a girl with her assurance should have troubled to offer him an explanation. When he had finished the repairs to the wall, they went on, and a little later he heard a sharp "Cruck--cruck-curruck," to one side of him. Swinging around, he saw a grouse skimming the heather. "A pair of gloves to a sovereign that you miss!" cried his companion. The bird was flying fast; Lisle had to load, and by the time he had snapped in a cartridge it was a long range. This, however, was somewhat in his favor, as he was better used to the rifle. There was a flash and the bird struck the heath. The girl glanced at him in unveiled appreciation. "A clean kill!" she exclaimed. "You have won the gloves; and you'll deserve them before you have heard the last of this incident. I suppose you don't know that you shouldn't have fired a shot except from behind the butts." She watched his expression with open amusement. "You don't like to ask why I tempted you," she went on. "It was to vex the keeper; you may have turned back the birds the beaters are driving up." "Thanks for the information," Lisle said coolly. "Do you mind my inquiring whether you would have taken the sovereign in case I'd missed? As you suggested, I'm lately from the wilds." "Of course!" she mocked. "I could have had it drilled and worn it on a chain!" The man made no comment as they went on. Presently they came to a deep rift in the moor through which a stream leaped sparkling. The girl scrambled down, waist-deep in yellow fern, but the other side was steep and stony and she was glad of help when he held out his hand. They made the ascent with some difficulty and on reaching the summit she looked around, breathless. "This is a romantic spot, if you're interested in the legends of the Border," she told him. "I am," Lisle said; and she sat down among the heather.