“Now, listen to me, Angus,” he began. “This poacher Macnab proposes to start in to-morrow night at twelve o’clock, and according to his challenge he has forty-eight hours to get a fish in—up till midnight on the 3rd of September. I want your advice about the best way of checkmating him. You’ve attended to my orders, and let nobody near the river during the past week?”
“Aye, sir, and there’s nobody socht to gang near it,” said Angus. “The country-side has been as quiet as a grave.”
“Well, it won’t be after to-morrow night. You’ve probably heard that this Macnab killed a stag on Glenraden yesterday—killed it within half a mile of the house, and would have got away with it but for the younger Miss Raden.”
They had heard of it, for the glen had talked of nothing else all night, but they tho
