Speak the truth, and I'll say no more.' We said we had.
Then he laid the fox on the table, spreading out the petticoat under it, and he took out a knife and the girls hid their faces.

Even Oswald did not care to look.

Wounds in battle are all very well, but it's different to see a dead fox cut into with a knife.
Next moment the magistrate wiped something on his handkerchief and then laid it on the table, and put one of my cartridges beside it.

It was the bullet that had killed the fox.
'Look here!' he said.

And it was too true.