"You think the fellow suspects?"
"The tall one does. But he doesn't know whom be suspects."
"We have to take care."
"Yes."
"But we will get both before the end of the season."
"You bet we will. I have a plan that—"
"What is it?"
"It is this."
Phil had buried his head in the grass and compressed his body into the smallest possible space that he might avoid discovery. He could hear the two men breathe, and he reasoned that they might hear him as well.
"You know the big net?"