“What for, lad? what for?” said Dave, laughing.
“To catch the hares.”
“Nay, yow want no dog,” said Dave. “Easy enough to catch hares.”
“Easy! How?” cried Tom.
“Go up to ’em and catch ’em,” said Dave coolly.
“Ha, ha, ha!” laughed Dick, and his companion joined in. “I should like to see you catch a hare, Dave.”
“Shouldst ta, lad? Very well, wait a bit.”
They tramped on, with Dave picking up an egg here, a couple there, in a way that was most exasperating to the boys, whose luck was very bad.
“I never saw such eyes,” said Tom. “I can’t see the eggs like he can.”
Dave chuckled as if he had a rattlesnake in his throat, and they went on for a while till Dick stopped suddenly, and pointed to the side of one of the fen ponds.