“Then the game is over.”
“And what if you not catch him?”
“The hare wins; that’s all. What he likes to do is to double upon us cunningly and lead us home again after him.”
“But in all that there is only running.”
“We vault over the obstructions—gates, and stiles, and hedges. Or, if the hedges are too high, scramble through them.”
“But some hedges are very thick and close: nobody could get through them,” debated Van Rheyn, taking the words, as usual, too literally.
“Then we are dished. And have to find some other way onwards, or turn back.”
“I can do what you say quite easily.”
“All right, Charley,” I repeated: as Tod had done. And neither of us, nor any one else, had the smallest thought that it was not all right.