"It was not a hare, 'twas louder.

Hark!" "Do 'ee get to sleep," said Tim.

"How be you going to wake at half-past three else ?" She lay down and was silent.

Tim stealthily opened the window and listened.

Above the low harmonies produced by the instrumentation of the various species of trees around the premises he could hear the twitching of a chain from the spot whereon he had set the man-trap.
But further human sound there was none.
Tim was puzzled.