I expect that's why we're all so hard up." "But the squire sells things," said Erebus quickly.

"And you can't say he isn't a gentleman, though the Anstruthers aren't so old as the Dangerfields." "Of course, he does.

He sells some of his game," said the Terror, in a tone of great relief.

"Game must be all right, and we can easily count rabbits as game." Forthwith he proceeded to count rabbits as game; they put the four they had caught into the baskets of their bicycles and rode out on a tour of the neighborhood.

The Terror went to the back doors of their well-to-do neighbors and offered his rabbits to their cooks with the gratifying result that in less than an hour he had sold all four of them at eightpence each.
They rode home in triumph: the fur stole was moving toward them.