For a moment Simon held back, playing with this idea, then he succumbed.
"I'm with you," said he.
"The keeper's away at Ditchin'ham that minds this bit of the stream," said Horn. "Not that it matters, for he ain't no good, and the constable's no more than a blind horse. He's away, so we'll have the place proper to ourselves, and you said you was anxious to see how night linin' was done. Well, you'll see it, if you come along with me. Mind you, it's not every gentleman I'd take on a job like this, but you're different. Mind you, they'd call this poachin', some of them blistered magistrits, and I'm takin' a risk lettin' you into it."
"I'll say nothing," said Simon.
"It's a risk all the same," said Horn.
"I'll pay you," said Simon.
"'Aff a quid?"
"Yes, here it is. What time do you start?"
"Not for two hours," said Horn. "My bit of a place is below hill there. Y'know the Ditchin'ham road?"
"Yes."