Assuredly the farmer would prosecute Sir James, if he caught him poaching.
Yet the valley and the meadows down the stream were empty of human beings; and as for the wood, there would be no one but his own keeper in the wood.

Doubtless that keeper would, from the abstract point of view, regard poaching with abhorrence.

But he would perceive that his master was doing a real kindness to the Glazebrook trout by giving them that chance of making a sportsman-like end.

At any rate the keeper would hold his tongue.
Sir James climbed through the gap.
The Twins breathed a simultaneous sigh of relief; and Erebus said in a tone of triumph: "Well, he's gone and done it now." "Yes, we've got him all right," said the Terror in a tone of calm thankfulness.
Fortune favored the unscrupulous; and in the next forty minutes Sir James caught three good fish.
He had just landed the third when the keen eyes of Erebus espied a figure coming up the bank of the stream two meadows away.
"Look! There's old Glazebrook! He'll catch him! Won't it be fun ?" she cried, wriggling in her joy.
The Terror gazed thoughtfully at the approaching figure; then he said: "Yes: it would be fun.

There'd be no end of a row.