“Oh, I can soon do that for you, sir.”
“How?”
“Set a trap.”
“What?”
“Set a trap, and bait it same as you would for a fox, or a polecat, or one of them big hawks we see on the moor.”
“I don’t understand you. Pray do speak out. What trap could we set?”
“Oh, I’ll soon show you that, sir. Here’s the bait for it.”
Samson opened his wallet, and drew therefrom a round flat cake, which had been cut open; and as he held it on his hand he raised the top, treating it as if it were the lid of a box, and grinned at Fred as he showed him within four slices of boiled salt pork.
“There, sir,” he said, as he shut the top down again, “there’s a bait for a trap as would catch any hungry man.”
“Yes; but what are you going to do?”