I: I know the beast. On the far side he lies, just below a drain.
Chaven: No, that one's in the next meadow. Wickham means the one about sixty yards above the third plank.
I: There's no corner for a good hundred yards above the third plank.
Chaven: That depends on what you call a corner. There's a distinct bend
Wick: This was a corner. Turns to the left.
I: To the right, you mean.
Chaven: Oh! that's the one you mean. That one's right up beyond the hedge. That's the one under the alder.
Wick: No. There wasn't any alder. The bank's quite clear.
I: Well, which side was he?
Wick: My side.
I: Your side? Nonsense!
Chaven: Of course. He's about a pound and a half.
I: You don't mean the one with the white mark?
Chaven: No, that's about twenty yards above Wickham's fish.
Wick: No. I saw him just before I got to the one I'm telling you about. About thirty yards below. But he saw me and bolted. Besides,
