"At least, not till you've explained your presence here.

This is private property.

What are you doing on it ?" "I'm doing no harm," growled the man sullenly.
"No ?" Trent passed his free hand swiftly down the fellow's body, feeling the bulge of his coat.

"Then what's the meaning of those rabbits sticking out under your coat?
Now, look here, my man, I know you.

You're Jim Brady, and it's not the first, nor the second, time I've caught you poaching on my land.