He knew the Twins; he knew that with them a little knowledge was a dangerous thing--for others.

He foresaw trouble for the sacred bird; he foresaw trouble for his natural foes, the gamekeepers.

He did not foresee trouble for the Twins; he knew them.
And very distinctly he saw half-a-crown.
He grinned and said slowly, "Yes, Master Terror, I'll be very 'appy to teach you 'ow to make a snare." "Thank you.

I'll come around to-morrow afternoon, about two," said the Terror gratefully.
"It _will_ be nice to know how to make snares!" cried Erebus happily as they rode on.

"I wonder we never thought of it before." "We didn't want a fur stole before," said the Terror.
The next afternoon Erebus in vain entreated him to take her with him to Tom Cobb's cottage to share the lesson in the art of making snares.
But the Terror would not.