Arizona republican., 1911-12-20
Why" said Erebus. surprised.

want to sell them but it's no good go- ing into Rowington and trying to sell them to q poulterer. Even if he wanted rabbits. which he mighm't he'd only give me sixpence each for them. But if I were tO sell them my self here. l could get eightpence. or perhaps ninepence. each for them. But. you see. a Dangerfeld can't sell things. Uncle Maurice said l had the makings of a millionaire in me but q Dangerield couldn't go into business. It's the family tradition not to- That's what he said"
 Perhaps he was only rotting." said ErehuS hopefully.
 No; he wasn't. I asked Mum and she said it was the family tradition. too. l expect that's why we're all so hard-up.'
 But the Squire sells things said Erebus quickly He sells lot of his game. And you cant say lie isn't q gentleman, though the Anstruthers aren't as old as the Dangerfields'
 "Of course he does" said the Terror in a tone of great relief. We can easily count rabbits as game
 Forthwith they took their bicycles and the four rabbits. and set out en tour through the neighborhood The Terror went to the backdoors of their well-tO-do neighbOrs and broached the matter of rabbits to their cooks. In three-quarterS of an hour he had sold the four rabbits for eightpence each. They were pleased indeed; the Fur Stole was moving towards them. De ducting expenses, they had fourteen and tenpence out of the siXty-three shllings.
 Ii was sometimes said of the Twins that they never knew when Ia stop; hut in this case it was not their fault that they went on. It was the fault of the rabbit-narket at the fourteenth rabbit when they had but twenty-one and sixpence towards the stole. the bottom fell out of it. For the time the desire of Little Deeping to eat rab- bits was sated.
 It was also the fault of the cook of Mrs BlenkinsOp. who said. Now. if you was to bring me a nice fat pheas- ant twice a week. it would he q very different thing Master Dangeriield.'
 The Terror looked at her thought fully. then he said. And how much would you pay me for pheasants:'
 The cook made a silent appeal to those processes of mental arithmetic she had learned in her village school, saw her profit. and said. "IIalf-a- crown. sir
 All right; I'll bring you two a week" said the Terror firmly.
 When he revealed to Ere5uS his vision of the 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.
 But We don't know nearly enough about it. said the Terror thoughtfully. "I think we ought to talk to Wiggins's father. He knows lot of useful things as we'll as Higher Mathematics. But we'd better not let him see we're trying to get anything out of him
 For the next three days they rode forth with the intention of coming upon MT. Darlington by seeming acci- dent: but it was not till the third day that they came upon him and their young friend. Wiggns, walking brisk ly, about three miles from Little Deep ing The Twins, as rule, were wont to shun Mir. Darlington. They had q great respect for his attachments, but a much greater for his humor.. In Erebus this respect often took the form of wriggling in his presence. She did not know what he might say next. He was therefore somewhat surprised when they slipped of their bicycles, and joined him. He wondered what they wanted.
 Apparently. they were merely in a gregariOus mood. yearning for the sO- ciety of their fellow-creatures but in about three minutes the talk was run ming on pheasants. Mir. Darlington did not like pheasant except from the point of view of eating: and he dwelt at length on the devastation the Sa- cred Bird was working in the English countryside: villages were being emp tied and let fall to ruin that it might live undisturbed; tue song birds were being killed off to give it the woods to itself
 It seemed but a natural step from the pheasant to the poacher; he was not aware that he took it at the prompting of the Terror; and he be- walled the degeneracy of the English rustic, his slow reversion to the type of neolithic man, owing to the fact that the towns drained the villages of all the intelligent. The skilful poacher who harried the Sacred Bird was fast becoming extinct.
 Then at last he came to the impor- tant matter of the wiles of the poacher; and the thirsty ears of the 'rarrar drank i'm his OOlden words He