“Why, I thought you hadn’t come, Magg,” cried Mercer excitedly.
“That’s what I was thinking,” said the man. “There, chuck yourselves down; if you stand up like that, somebody may see you.”
I did not like this, for it was going in for more hiding and secretiveness, but all the same it was fascinating, and, dropping on our knees in the short, wiry grass, we waited for our instructor in the art of ferreting rabbits to begin.
“Well,” I said, as we stared at him, and he stared back at us, “aren’t you going to begin?”
“No,” he said coolly.
“Then what’s the good of our coming?”
“Oh, do begin, Magg! We shall soon have to run back. Where’s old longbody?”
“Yonder,” said Magglin coolly, nodding his head at the slope just above us.
“Not loose?”
“Yes, he’s loose.”