"Yes, Bounce. He was always a very good dog in London. My home's in London, you know. But the last few days, since I have been here with Aunt Harriet, he's given a lot of trouble: got away by himself, and not come back for hours. Aunt Harriet thinks he goes hunting in the woods."
"If he does, he will end by being caught in a trap."
"Oh, do you think so? I did not know there were traps in the woods."
"There are. Poachers set them for rabbits, and whatever else they can catch."
There was a minute's silence. Then Tom inquired:
"Is Miss Perry your aunt?"
"Yes, my father's sister. I'm going to spend my holidays with her."
"Jolly for you! She's awfully rich, isn't she? You'll ride about in her motor-car, and have no end of a good time! What's your name?"
"Peter Perry. And yours?"
"Tom Burford."