"And thank you for telling me." He rode straight to the house of Mr.Carrington, and broached the matter to his cook, to whom he had already sold rabbits.

He made a direct offer to her of two pheasants a week at two and threepence each.
After a vain attempt to beat him down to two shillings, she accepted it.
He rode home in a pleasant glow of triumph: the snares which caught rabbits would catch pheasants.

At first he was for catching those pheasants by himself.

Snaring rabbits was a harmless enterprise; snaring pheasants was poaching; and poaching was not a girl's work.
Then he came to the conclusion that he would need the help of Erebus and must tell her.
When he revealed to her this vision of a new Eldorado, she said: "But where are you going to get pheasants from ?" "Woods," said the Terror, embracing the horizon in a sweeping gesture.
Erebus looked round the horizon with greedy eyes; they sparkled fiercely.
"The only thing is, we don't know nearly enough about snaring pheasants.

And I don't like to ask Tom Cobb: he might talk about it; and that wouldn't do at all," said the Terror.
"But there's nobody else to ask." "I don't know about that.