"Put a lot of rat-traps about," suggested a small boy.
"Man-traps, you mean," said Caggles.
"Yes; that's it—man-traps," said the small boy.
"Where'll you get 'em from?" asked Caggles, as if bent on calling down derision on the youngster.
"Oh, anywhere—buy 'em," replied the small boy, in a vague way.
"But where from, you young ass?"
"Where they sell 'em;" and the small boy fled in time to miss Caggles' foot.
"Well," said Dumford, "if there's a doubt whether they'll pay us a second visit, it'll be hardly worth while sitting up all night."
Suddenly Caggles gave a cry of extreme pleasure.