"Well done, you!" "If I can hit them," said the lad.

"What have they found there--a lamb ?" "Lamb ?" cried Nick.

"Hor, hor, hoh! You are a rum one, sir.

Lamb, eh?
I call un a wolf cub." "Wolf cub?
Oh!" cried Ralph excitedly; and the disappointment about the lead was forgotten, the crossbow too.
"Come on, sir, this way.

Right atop, and you'll be able to look down on un just above the big birds' nest.