their ears to the ground.
"Now, me hear noting," said Henri, jumping up, "but
me ear is like me eyes--ver' short-sighted."
"I do hear something," said Dick as he got up, "but
the beating o' my own heart makes row enough to spoil
my hearin'."
Joe Blunt smiled. "Ah! lad, ye're young, an' yer
blood's too hot yet; but bide a bit--you'll cool down
soon. I wos like you once. Now, lads, what think
ye we should do?"