"Oh!" cried Tony.
They both turned and listened, their hands still clasped. The next minute it came again—shrill, frantic.
"What is it?" asked the girl, shuddering, "it sounds just like a baby."
"I think it's a rabbit—perhaps it's caught in a trap."
He left hold of her hand and looked over the hedge. The next minute he sprang into it, forcing his way through, while she stared after him with troubled eyes.
"Yes, it's a rabbit," he cried thickly, "caught in one of those spring traps, poor little devil!"
She scrambled after him into the field.
"Oh, let it out!—poor little thing!—oh, save it!"
But he was already struggling with the trap, and she saw blood on his hands where the teeth had caught them.