Lor! here be another hole: he's coming!' I looked over the mound and saw Little John, his teeth set and staring at a hole which had no net, his great hands open ready to pounce instantly like some wild animal on its prey.

In an instant the rabbit bolted--he clutched it and clasped it tight to his chest.

There was a moment of struggling, the next the rabbit was held up for a moment and then cast across his knee.
It was always a sight to see Little John's keen delight in 'wristing' their necks.

He affected utter unconsciousness of what he was doing, looked you in the face, and spoke about some indifferent subject.

But all the while he was feeling the rabbit's muscles stretch before the terrible grasp of his hands, and an expression of complacent satisfaction flitted over his features as the neck gave with a sudden looseness, and in a moment what had been a living straining creature became limp.
The ferret came out after the rabbit; he immediately caught it and thrust it into his pocket.