Robert Stead and Dr. Russell, clad for hunting, tram-ped down a pent road through the woodland and halted at the bars that separated it from the highway.Like careful woodsmen, they made sure that their guns were at half-cock before resting them against the tumble-down wall; pulling out pipe and tobacco pouch, they filled and fingered the smooth bowls with the deli-beration that is akin to restfulness. Then, face to windward, they applied the match...