"Whose rabbit do you suppose that was ?" he asked.
"Mine," said Jack.
"What about the farmer ?" said Kink.
"A nice return for a night's lodging--poaching his rabbits." "Poaching!" cried Horace.

"Is that poaching?
Is Jack a poacher?
Oh, how splendid! Jack's a poacher! Jack's a poacher! I wish I was." "I'd never thought of it as poaching," said Jack, who was not a little proud of his new character.
"When did you set the wire ?" Horace asked him.
"Late last night," said Jack.

"After you had turned in." "Wasn't it pitch dark ?" Horace asked.
"There was a moon," said Jack, feeling twice his ordinary size.
"But what did you do ?" Horace asked.
"Well," said Jack, "I had noticed some rabbits in that field on our way back from Cirencester, so I just crept off in the dark and found a hole, and took a strong stick and drove that into the ground, and then fixed the wire to it with the noose open, like this, so that the rabbit would run right into it when it came out.

And it did! Poaching's frightfully simple." "Yes," said Horace, "but it wants courage." "Oh, yes," said Jack lightly.

"Of course one mustn't be a fool or a coward." It was arranged that Janet and Jack and Robert and Hester should go to church, and Mary and the others stay behind to cook.