Only mind, if you say a word aloud, or let that theer dog bark, we sha'n't get a duck." Dick clapped his hand over his mouth, as if to ensure silence, and Tom compressed his lips.
"Come along, then, boys, and I'll set yow wheer yow can look through a hole in one o' the screens and see all the fun." "But can't we help, Dave ?" asked Tom.
"Help, lad! no, not till the ducks are in the net.

Then you may.

Now, not a word, and come on." Dave led the way to the little house, where he filled his pockets with barley and oats mixed, out of a rough box, and as he did so he pointed to one corner which had been gnawed.
"Been charming of it," he whispered.

"Eats! Now come, quiet-like;" and he stepped out and into a narrow path leading through the dense alder wood, and in and out over patches of soft earth which quivered and felt like sponges beneath their feet.
Dave glanced back at them sharply two or three times when a rustling sound was made, and signed to them to be careful.

Then once he stopped in a wider opening and tossed up a feather or two, as if to make sure of the way the wind blew.