They scrambled through the little hole, and Ben searched about for the bush. It was not so easy to find as he imagined, and it took him nearly a quarter of an hour before he hit on the right spot. Kit did not mind the delay, for she was busy filling her hands with all sorts of weeds and leaves and flowers, to take home to her mother. At last the nest was found, which Will Grant had left hoping the bird might lay more eggs in it, and Ben lifted Kit to see it and feel it. "What's that?" cried Ben. They listened. "Sounds like funder," said Kit. A low distant roar was heard, which suddenly seemed to break over their heads. At the same moment a shrill whistle sounded near them, and a tall man broke through the bushes. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "Be off, sharp now. You are disturbing the beasts, and you're 'trespassing.'" Ben started, and Kit clung to him. "What beasts, please Sir? Are there any wild beasts about?" and Ben glanced round with a scared look. "No, no, rabbits and hares, and such like, which we want kept quiet. Another thing is, traps have been set all over the wood, and if you got your legs caught in them, it would be awkward." "It would never do for this little girl to get caught. Would you please tell us where they are, Sir?" "Oh, all about; never come here any more. It takes all my time keeping the public off." "We have nothing to do with 'publics.' Father and mother wouldn't allow us to go inside one, please Sir," said Ben secretly rather afraid of the tall man, and wishing to be civil. "No, no; I was making no reference to the public houses," answered he, with a laugh. "I daresay you are decent little folks, but you ought not to be here. What did you come for?" "I came to show this little girl a real bird's nest in a bush here, but I won't come again. You see, she was brought up in Peters Street and never saw one before." "Hum! she's a pretty little thing, and you ought to take her home at once, there's a tempest coming on. See!" A flash of lightning lighted up the wood, showing up for an instant every leaf and branch; then followed a peal of thunder. "It isn't safe to stay here; what are you going to do?" "The 'coach' is just outside the fence, I'll put Kit in and run home." The man hesitated; he had a kindly face when off duty; and the little pair touched a chord in his heart. "If the storm is heavy, just stop at the little red brick cottage along the road; my wife stays there; tell her I sent you; I have to go a little further before I turn in." He helped them through the bushes, saying, as he did so, "I can't think how you'll get along; the storm is going to be heavy; but you mustn't stay here." "We were saying coming along that God takes care of sparrows, so He is sure to look after us. We are not afraid. You might have been awful cross with us for coming in this here wood, instead of that you are helping us, you see. It must be Jesus taking care of us."