'Us must be main careful how us fixes our nets, you,' said Little John, going as far as he could in reproof of my negligence.
The noise of the gun, the barking, and talking was of course heard by the rabbits still in the bury, and as if to show that Little John was right, for a while they ceased to bolt.

Standing behind the bushes--against which I now placed the gun to be nearer at hand--I watched the nets till my eye was caught by the motions of the ferret-bag.

It lay on the grass and had hitherto been inert.

But now the bag reared itself up, and then rolled over, to again rise and again tumble.

The ferrets left in it in reserve were eager to get out--sharp set on account of a scanty breakfast--and their motions caused the bag to roll along a short distance.
I could see Orion on the other side of the mound tolerably well because he was standing up and the leaves had fallen from the upper part of the bushes.