The Terror said nothing; he did not look to be listening to her.

In truth he was considering what advantage might be drawn from Sir James' transgression.
At last he said: "The first thing to do is for both of us to catch him poaching." Erebus protested; but the Terror carried his point, with the result that two evenings later they were in the wood above the trout-stream, stretched at full length in the bracken, peering through the hedge of the wood at Sir James Morgan so patiently and vainly fishing the stream below.
"He'll soon be at the boundary fence," said the Terror in a hushed voice of quiet satisfaction.
"If only he goes on catching nothing on this side of it!" said Erebus who kept wriggling in a nervous impatience.
"It's on the other side of it they're rising," said the Terror in a calmly hopeful tone.
Sir James, unconscious of those eagerly gazing eyes, made vain cast after vain cast.

He was a big game hunter; he had given but little time and pains to this milder sport; and he came to the fence at which his water ceased and that of Mr.Glazebrook began, with his basket still empty of trout.

He looked longingly at his neighbor's water; as the Terror had said, the trout in it were rising freely.

Then the watchers saw him shrug his shoulders and turn back.
"He's not going to poach, after all!" cried Erebus in a tone of acute disappointment.
"Look here: are you really quite sure you saw him poaching at all?
Long Ridge is a good way off," said the Terror looking across to it.
"I did.