"Do you know anything of this Fenwolf?" asked Surrey, as they
proceeded on their way.
"Nothing particular," replied Bryan, with some hesitation. "There are
some strange reports about him, but I don't believe 'em."
"What reports are they, friend?" asked the Duke of Richmond.
"Why, your grace, one ought to be cautious what one says, for fear of
bringing an innocent man into trouble," returned the host. "But if the
truth must be spoken, people do say that Morgan Fenwolf is in league
with the devil--or with Herne the Hunter, which is the same thing."
Richmond exchanged a look with his friend.
"Folks say strange sights have been seen in the forest of late," pursued
Bryan--" and it may be so. But I myself have seen nothing--but then, to
be sure, I never go there. The keepers used to talk of Herne the Hunter
when I was a lad, but I believe it was only a tale to frighten deer-
stealers; and I fancy it's much the same thing now."
Neither Surrey nor Richmond made any remark, and they presently
reached the keeper's dwelling.
It was a small wooden tenement standing, as the host had stated, on
the bank of the river, about a bow-shot from the bridge.
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