We let him go right up to the deep water, down below where the narrows are, and we thought we'd trapped him; but somehow he managed to scramble up the side and get up here, so we set the dogs on, and they run him down.

Look here, Master Mark; he'd got all these trout.

Fine 'uns too." The man opened Ralph's creel, and held it out for Mark to see, the lad nodding at the sight.
"Know'd where the good uns was." "And what were you going to do with him ?" said Mark quietly.
"We had to ketch him first," said the man, with a savagely stupid grin.
"And he give us a lot o' trouble, and we thought best thing to do was to tie a stone to his neck and pitch him in one of the holes.

But Tom, here, said the master wouldn't like it, and seeing he was a Darley, might like to make a sample of him, or keep him down in the mine to work.

So we tied him tight, and was going to swing him between us, and carry him up to the gateway for the master to see.