"Not safe,—what do you mean, boy?"
"Some coves got in and tried to nobble 'Moonraker' and 'im—"
"Nobble, boy?"
"Lame 'em, mam,—put 'em out o' the running."
"The wretches!"
"Yes'm. Ye see us sportsmen 'ave our worritting times, we do."
"But where is Mr. Beverley?"
"Why, I ain't looked, mam, I ain't,—but they're down by the brook—behind them bushes, they are."
"Oh, are they!" said the Duchess, "Hum!"
"No mam,—'e's a-coming, and so's she."