Listen." There was a rush, a splash, a loud cackling noise, and then silence save for the wind.
"He's got him," cried Tom.

"I wish we had Hicky's Grip here; he'd make him scuffle and run." "Think it was a fox ?" said Tom.
"Sure of it; and it was one of those old mallards he has got.

Come on.
Why shouldn't the fox have duck for supper as well as other people ?" "Ah, why not ?" said Tom.

"But how do you know the monks were jolly old chaps ?" "How do I know! why, weren't they fond of fishing, and didn't they make my ponds?
I say, let's have a try for the big pike to-morrow.

I saw him fly right out of the water day before yesterday, when it rained.
Oh, I say, it is a shame!" "What's a shame ?" said Tom.
"Why, to do all this draining.