sor, and attained by the other. Again "XIX." what was that? "xii."
might do for December, but it was now the 4th of December not the 29th.
"Afforested" too? Then that was why he had seen no sheep tracks. And
how about the quails he had so innocently killed? What would have
happened if he had tried to sell them in Coldharbour? What other like
fatal error might he not ignorantly commit? And why had Coldharbour
become Sunchildston?

These thoughts raced through my poor father's brain as he slowly perused
the paper handed to him by the Professors. To give himself time he
feigned to be a poor scholar, but when he had delayed as long as he
dared, he returned it to the one who had given it him. Without changing
a muscle he said--

"Your permit, sir, is quite regular. You can either stay here the night
or go on to Sunchildston as you think fit. May I ask which of you two
gentlemen is Professor Hanky, and which Professor Panky?"

"My name is Panky," said the one who had the watch, who wore his clothes
reversed, and who had thought my father might be a poacher.

"And mine Hanky," said the other.

"What do you think, Panky," he added, turning to his brother Professor,
"had we not better stay here till sunrise? We are both of us tired, and
this fellow can make us a good fire. It is very dark, and there will be
no moon this two hours. We are hungry, but we can hold out till we get
to Sunchildston; it cannot be more than eight or nine miles further
down."

Panky assented, but then, turning sharply to my father, he said, "My man,
what are you doing in the forbidden dress? Why are you not in ranger's
uniform, and what is the meaning of all those quails?" For his seedling
idea that my father was in reality a poacher was doing its best to grow.

Quick as thought my father answered, "The Head Ranger sent me a message
this morning to deliver him three dozen quails at Sunchildston by
to-morrow afternoon. As for the dress, we can run the quails down
quicker in it, and he says nothing to us so long as we only wear out old
clothes and put on our uniforms before we near the town. My uniform is
in the ranger's shelter an hour and a half higher up the valley."

"See what comes," said Panky, "of having a whippersnapper not yet twenty
years old in the responsible post of Head Ranger. As for this fellow, he
may be speaking the truth, but I distrust him."

"The man is all right, Panky," said Hanky, "and seems to be a decent