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.