Once I saw a rabbit’s head at the mouth of a hole, and momentarily expected him to dart forth driven by the same panic fear.  But either the ferret passed, or there was another side-tunnel—­the rabbit went back.  Some few minutes afterwards Little John exclaimed:  ’Look out, you; ferret’s out!’ One of the ferrets had come out of a hole and was aimlessly—­as it appeared—­roaming along the bank.

As he came nearest my side, I got quietly into the ditch and seized him, and put him into a hole.  To my surprise he refused to go in—­I pushed him:  he returned and continued to try to come out till I gave him a sharp fillip with the finger, when he shook the dust and particles of dry earth from his fur with a shiver, as if in protest, and slowly disappeared inside the hole.

As I was creeping out of the deep ditch on hands and knees, I heard Orion call angrily to the spaniel to come to heel.  Hitherto the spaniel had sat on his haunches behind Orion fairly quiet and still, though not without an occasional restless movement.  But now he broke suddenly from all control, and disregarding Orion’s anger—­though with hanging tail—­rushed into the hedge, and along the top of the mound where there was a thick mass of dead grass.  Little John hurled a clod of clay at him, but before I was quite out of the ditch the spaniel gave tongue, and at the same moment I saw a rabbit come from the ditch and run like mad across the field.

The dog gave chase—­I rushed for my gun, which was some yards off, placed against a hollow withy tree.  The haste disconcerted the aim—­the rabbit too was almost fifty yards away when I fired.  But the shot broke one hind leg—­it trailed behind—­and the spaniel had him instantly.  ‘Look at yer nets,’ said Little John in a tone of suppressed indignation, for he disliked the noise of a gun, as all other noises.

I did look, and found that one net had been partly pushed aside; yet to so small an extent that I should hardly have believed it possible for the rabbit to have crept through.  He must have slipped out without the slightest sound and quietly got on the top of the mound without being seen.  But there, alas! he found a wide net stretched right across the bank so that to slip down the mound on the top was impossible.  This would certainly have been his course had not the net been there.

It was now doubtless that the spaniel caught wind of him, and the scent was so strong that it overcame his obedience.  The moment the dog got on the bank, the rabbit slipped down into the rushes in the ditch—­I did not see him because my back was turned in the act to scramble out.  Then, directly the spaniel gave tongue the rabbit darted for the open, hoping to reach the buries in the hedge on the opposite side of the meadow.

This incident explained why the ferret seemed so loth to go back into the hole.  He had crept out some few moments behind the rabbit and in his aimless uncertain manner was trying to follow the scent along the bank.  He did not like being compelled to give up this scent and to search again for another.  ‘Us must be main careful how us fixes our nets, you,’ said Little John, going as far as he could in reproof of my negligence.