Then these two
sentimentalists wend their way to a secluded quarter of the vast park,
and presently the faithful fawn mysteriously disappears. She moves slyly
among the bracken, and her exquisite scent serves to guide her
unerringly as she works up wind. Presently she steadies herself, takes
aim, and rushes! The rabbit only has time to turn once or twice before
the savage jaws close on him, and then the fawn makes her way carefully
towards Darby and Joan. She takes advantage of every shadow; she never
thinks of rashly crossing open ground, and Darby has only got to stamp
twice to make her lie down. She sneaks up, and, horror! she gives the
rabbit to Joan. Now under that cloak there is a useful little apparatus.
A strong strap is fastened under Joan's armpits and over her breasts.
This strap has on it a dozen strong hooks. Joan slits away the tendons
of the rabbit's hind legs from the bone, hangs the game on one of the
hooks, and the lovers wend their way peacefully, while the family
provider glides off on another murderous errand.
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