"I'll do it, never fear," he muttered, grinding his teeth. "Can you hold the poor little chap?—He'll hurt himself worse than ever if he struggles so."
She grasped the soft mass of fur, damp and draggled with its agony, while Nigel tried to prise open the steel jaws.
"There!"
The rabbit bounded out of the trap, but the next minute fell down struggling.
"It's leg's broken," cried Nigel. "Poor little beast!—what a damned infernal shame!"
He picked it up tenderly.
"Hadn't you better destroy it?" asked Tony, gulping her tears.
"I think perhaps I had—look the other way."
She moved off a few steps, and heard nothing till Nigel said, "Poor little beggar!"
He came up to her, holding the dead rabbit by its ears.