"I thought so a little while ago, but last time we came I found out that it goes ever so far, and so I brought this hook." "And never told me." "Telling you now, aren't I ?" "But how did you know ?" "Saw a pigeon fly out." "Well, that proves nothing.

It only flew in to settle for a bit, and then came out again." "That's what I fancied," said Vince, trying his knot by standing upon the grapnel and tugging hard with both hands at the rope; "but I watched while you were lying on your back asleep and saw others go in and come out." "Well, that only shows that there are several nests there instead of one.

I say, let's bring some paste next time we come and make a pigeon pudding of young ones.

I'll get our cook to make us some.

I'll tell her what we want it for, and she'll think we are going to make a sort of picnic dinner under a rock somewhere." "Wait a bit, and let's try first," said Vince.