I am not a pork-butcher," said Mr.Carrington amiably.
"He _looked_ as if he was dead," said Erebus; and there was a faint ring of disappointment in her tone.
"In a short time the young man will come to himself; and let us hope that it will be a better and wiser self," said Mr.Carrington.

"But what was it all about?
What did that truculent young ruffian want with Rupert ?" Erebus paused, looking earnestly round to the horizon for inspiration; then she dashed at the awkward subject with commendable glibness: "It was a pheasant in Great Deeping wood," she said.

"The Terror found it, I suppose.

I had gone on, and I didn't see that part.

But it was Wiggins the keeper caught.