“Come on,” he cried. “Skip over, child; and let’s see where that leads!”

She swung herself across without any assistance, and Wolf noticed that in the open country the movements of her body were entirely free from languor or voluptuousness. They became the swift, unconscious movements of a very healthy young animal.

“Has this got any name?” he remarked, as they clambered up the turfy slope of the grassy rampart.

“Poll’s Camp,” she answered. And then, after a pause,