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By and by three or four reports rang through the calm air and Grace came near to stopping, but did not. She had forgotten Osborn was shooting in Redmire wood and she and Kit must pass its edge. For all that, she could not turn back. Kit would guess why she did so; it would be an awkward admission that she was afraid of being seen with him by Osborn or his friends.
Dowthwaite made himself unpleasant about his broken wall, the Askews turned the grouse back, and then I found the Allerby cottage children, ransacking Redmire Wood when the pheasants were going to roost." Grace, who stood close by with Thorn, indicated the smooth gravel and the low, wide-topped wall on which red geraniums grew. "This," she said, "is a great improvement on the old grass bank.
His way up from Redmire was by the road along which she had driven on the evening of her arrival, the road that dipped into a wooded glen, where a stream tumbled amid rocks and boulders, over smooth-worn slabs and shining pebbles, from the moor down to the river of the dale. He might not come this way. She hoped she trusted Destiny. She stood by the crossing of the beck.
Indeed, Kit thought his father was curiously dignified. "Mr. Osborn has something to say he wants you to hear," Kit remarked. "Although the thing's really my business, I agreed." Osborn refused the chair Peter indicated and stood in a stiff pose. His face was red and he looked rather ridiculously savage. "I found your son and my daughter hiding from me in the hedge at Redmire wood," he said.
When father met us in Redmire Wood, a horribly silly impulse made me hide. I blush when I think about it and imagine I forgot I had grown up Gerald and I used to hide when father was angry. Anyhow, I made Kit Askew hide and he was first to remember and step into the road." "But this happened long since and he is older."
Then I hear some talk about a fresh appeal to the council to make the loop road round the hill." For a moment or two Osborn did not answer. Redmire bank was an obstacle to horse traffic, and the road surveyor had plans for easing the gradient that would necessitate cutting down a wood where Osborn's pheasants found shelter.
So remote is this valley that wild animals, long extinct in other parts of the dales, survived there until almost recent times. When we have crossed the Ure again, and taken a last look at the Upper Fall from Aysgarth Bridge, we betake ourselves by a footpath to the main highway through Wensleydale, turning aside before reaching Redmire in order to see the great castle of the Scropes at Bolton.
For all that, he must try to find his friends some sport, and after consulting with his gamekeeper sent the beaters on across the moor. The new drive was not successful, and in the evening the party came down the hill with a very poor bag. When they reached the Redmire wood Osborn stopped beside a broken hedge.
All the same, unnecessary competition would be wasteful in the dale. For example, if you have two tenants at the station, the farmers who deal with the new man must use their carts, each coming separately for the small load a horse can take up Redmire bank, while Bell's trailer, after bringing down the slate, would go back empty.
With all the grace of his caste he withdrew from a circle, in which, temptations notwithstanding, he had not felt quite at ease. Riding down the dale through a sunny shower, he was refreshed and himself again. "Where do you put up to-night?" asked Helen of Otway, turning to him, when the other man had gone, with a brusque familiarity. "At the inn down in Redmire." "And what do you do to-morrow?"
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