I'll say nothing about the snares; wire's cheap." Festing laughed.

"It's a dead bluff.

Light out of this field before I put you off." The man hesitated, his eyes fixed on Festing's hardset face.

Perhaps a way out might have been found, but the lad precipitated matters.

Running to the mouth of the burrow, he picked up a half-dead rabbit that was trying to crawl away, and leered at Festing as he raised his stick.