"I can't see it." "Over yonder among that dry grass." "There isn't," said Dick.

"I can't see any hare." "Like me to go and catch him, young Tom ?" "Here, I'll soon see if there's a hare," cried Dick; but Dave caught him by the shoulder with a grip of iron, and thrust the pole he carried into the soft bog.
"I didn't say I was going to run a hare down," he said.

"Theer's a hare yonder in her form.

Shall I go and catch her ?" "Yes," said Dick, grinning.

"Shall I say, `Sh!'" "Nay, if thou'rt going to play tricks, lad, I shall howd my hand.