The weasel used to hunting is no sooner out of one hole than he darts away to the next.

But this power the ferret has partially lost from confinement.
For a moment the ferret hesitated inside the hole, as if undecided which of two passages to take: then he started, and I lost sight of his tail.
Hardly had I got back to my stand than I heard Little John leap into the ditch his side: the next minute I saw the body of the rabbit which he had killed thrown out into the field.
I stood behind a somewhat advanced bush that came out into the meadow like a buttress, and kept an eye on the holes along the bank.

It is essential to stand well back from the holes, and, if possible, out of sight.

In a few moments something moved, and I saw the head of a rabbit at the mouth of a hole just behind the net.

He looked through the meshes as through a lattice, and I could see his nostrils work, as he considered within himself how to pass this thing.