“No, you had it.”
“I put it back as you were not coming.”
“I never saw it.”
“It’s in the hut.”
“Didn’t you really take it?”
“No—really. We’ll both go with the gun—”
“So we will.” Bevis regretted now that he had made any difficulty. “No, it’s your turn; you shall have it.”
“I shan’t,” said Mark. “Look here,”—showing the mushrooms—“splendid for supper, and I’ve found some rabbits!”
“Rabbits!”
“And a little green hill, and a kingfisher, and a jack. Come and get the gun, and let’s shoot him. Quick.”