

HARRY WRIGHT CAUGHT IN A TRAP. Ill 



Harry, my boy," said I to myself, said I. " If 

 you'll only come to take that nest, with your 

 sweetheart and Harding-, you're welcome." 



True to his promise Cox met me, on the 

 Saturday night, at Beech Lane, and I took him 

 into Odd's Wood and showed him the nest. 

 He then went outside the wood to the common, 

 and broke a twig in the hedge, leaving it 

 hanging down half broken. 



"Now, Cox," said I. "Mind you don't 

 come inside the wood to show him the nest." 

 He grinned, and winked, and left. 



The next morning I lay hid near the nest, 

 pretty early, and about eight o'clock Harry and 

 his two help mates arrived with my pal, Cox. 

 When he reached the broken twig, Harry went 

 into the wood alone, made straight for the nest, 

 and collared the eggs in two grabs ; then he 

 rejoined his accomplices, Cox having left 

 previously. The three now walked down the 

 common, for about fifty yards, till they came 

 to a gate, in a footpath that led through Odd's 

 Wood, by Hangman's Dell, to Foxe's Mill and 

 Chesham. This footpath cuts the corner of the 



