“I have great doubts on that subject myself,” said Harry.
“You’ve both of you succeeded, while I shall have to go home empty-handed,” said Congreve, who had no particular ambition to shine as a sportsman.
“You’ll have a chance soon to try again,” said Harry.
By this time they had penetrated a considerable distance into the wood, and Philip grew impatient to carry out the plan which, from the first, they had had in view.
“Isn’t it about time?” he asked, significantly.
“Just as you say,” replied Congreve, indifferently.
As he spoke he drew from his pocket a ball of strong cord, and both boys—if Congreve can be called one—looked significantly at our hero.
“What’s coming?” thought Harry, perplexed.
He found out soon enough.