CHAPTER SIXPeter galloped up to the Marquis.
“Someone shot at me, Uncle Denzil,” he yelled, “the bullet went straight past ‒ my head!”
The Marquis stared at him and then he said,
“Come on, let’s get away from here.”
He started to ride across the field in the direction of the Murling Estate.
Seeing what they were doing, Athina followed them.
They went across another field and only as they reached the trees that bordered the drive of her house did the Marquis pull in his horse.
“I will tell you what happened,” Athina said as she joined them. “We were riding through the wood slowly as we were waiting for you to catch up with us. Then we stopped to hear if you were coming and I saw a bird that had fallen out of its nest.”
“There were two, there were two,” Peter interposed.
“There were
