"
Edward remained that night at Oswald's, and at daylight he rose, and
having taken a slight breakfast, throwing his gun over his shoulder,
went to the kennel for Holdfast, and set off on his return home.
"That's a very nice little girl," were the words which Edward found
himself constantly saying to himself as he walked along; "and she is
of a grateful disposition, or she would not have behaved as she has
done toward me--supposing me to be of mean birth;" and then he thought
of what she had told him relative to her father, and Edward felt his
animosity against a Roundhead wasting fast away. "I am not likely to
see her again very soon," thought Edward, "unless, indeed, I am
brought to the intendant as a prisoner." Thus thinking upon, one
subject or another, Edward had gained above eight miles of his journey
across the forest, when he thought that he was sufficiently far away
to venture to look out for some venison. Remembering there was a
thicket not far from him in which there was a clear pool of water,
Edward thought it very likely that he might find a stag there cooling
himself, for the weather was now very warm at noonday. He therefore
called Holdfast to him, and proceeded cautiously toward the thicket.
As soon as he arrived at the spot, he crouched and crept silently
through the underwood.
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