He dropped the ears and pulled out the body of the fox and held it up.
The dogs jumped up and yelled.
'Now,' he said, 'you talk very big about words of honour.

Can you speak the truth ?' Dickie said, 'If you think we shot it, you're wrong.

We know better than that.' The white-whiskered one turned suddenly to H.O.and pulled him out of the hedge.
'And what does that mean ?' he said, and he was pink with fury to the ends of his large ears, as he pointed to the card on H.O.'s breast, which said, 'Moat House Fox-Hunters'.
Then Oswald said, 'We WERE playing at fox-hunting, but we couldn't find anything but a rabbit that hid, so my brother was being the fox; and then we found the fox shot dead, and I don't know who did it; and we were sorry for it and we buried it--and that's all.' 'Not quite,' said the riding-breeches gentleman, with what I think you call a bitter smile, 'not quite.

This is my land and I'll have you up for trespass and damage.

Come along now, no nonsense! I'm a magistrate and I'm Master of the Hounds.