"Want any rabbuds ?" "No; they're out of season, John!" cried Dick.

"You don't want us here, then ?" "Nay; what should I want you here for ?" growled the man.

"Can't you see I've got the ager ?" "Yes, I see!" cried Dick; "but you needn't be so precious cross.
Good-night!" John Warren stared at Dick, and then at his two companions, and, turning upon his heel, walked back into the hut, while Snig, his dog, seated himself beside the contents of the basket, and kept a self-constituted guard over them, from which he could not be coaxed.
"Might have showed us something about the Warren," said Dick in an ill-used tone; "but never mind, there isn't much to see." He turned to go back to the boat.
"I say, Hicky," he said; "let's go and see Dave.

You won't mind poling ?" "He says I won't mind poling, Mester Marston," said Hickathrift with a chuckle.

"Here, come along." John Warren had disappeared into the cottage, but as they walked away some of the rabbits came to the mouths of their holes and watched their departure, while Snig, who could not leave his master's property, uttered a valedictory bark from time to time.
"I say, Mr Marston," cried Dick, pausing, "isn't he a little beauty, to have such a master! Look at him watching that food, and not touching it.