CHAPTER VI.
AND THE LANDED PROPRIETOR On reaching home the Terror displayed the two shillings and threepence to Erebus with an unusual air of triumph; as a rule he showed himself serenely unmoved alike in victory and defeat.
"That's all right," said Erebus cheerfully.

"That makes--that makes twenty-eight and eleven-pence.

We _are_ getting on." "Yes; it's twenty-eight and eleven-pence now," said the Terror quickly.
"But you don't seem to see that when we've got the stole for Mum these pheasants will still be going on." "Of course they will!" cried Erebus; and her eyes shone very brightly indeed at the joyful thought.
The next day the Terror obtained some sandwiches from Sarah after breakfast; and as soon as his lessons were over he rode hard to the clump above Great Deeping wood.

He reached it at the hour when gamekeepers are at their dinner, and was able to make a thorough examination of it.

He found it full of pheasant runs, and chose the two likeliest places for his snares.