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But with a great sweep of the arm he flung the whole handful high over the bushes into the clearing.
They fell with a soft little patter, like raindrops on dry leaves, and every single pheasant in the place must either have seen them coming or heard them fall. There was a flurry of wings and a rush to find the treasure.
The keeper's head flicked round as though there were a spring inside his neck. The birds were all pecking away madly at the raisins. The keeper took two quick paces forward and for a moment I thought he was going to investigate. But then he stopped, and his face came up and his eyes began travelling slowly around the perimeter of the clearing.
'Follow me,' Claud whispered. 'And keep down.' He started crawling away swiftly on all fours, like some kind of a monkey.
I went after him. He had his nose close to the ground and his huge tight buttocks were winking at the sky and it was easy to see now how poacher's arse had come to be an occupational disease among the fraternity.
We went along like this for about a hundred yards.
'Now run,' Claud said.
We got to our feet and ran, and a few minutes later we emerged through the hedge into the lovely open safety of the lane.
'It went marvellous,' Claud said, breathing heavily. 'Didn't it go absolutely marvellous?' The big face was scarlet and glowing with triumph.
'It was a mess,' I said.
'What!' he cried.
'Of course it was. We can't possibly go back now. That keeper knows there was someone there.'
'He knows nothing,' Claud said. 'In another five minutes it'll be pitch dark inside the wood and he'll be sloping off home to his supper.'
'I think I'll join him.'
'You're a great poacher,' Claud said. He sat down on the grassy bank under the hedge and lit a cigarette.
The sun had set now and the sky was a pale smoke blue, faintly glazed with yellow. In the woods behind us the shadows and the spaces in between the trees were turning from grey to black.
'How long does a sleeping-pill take to work?' Claud asked.
'Look out,' I said. 'There's someone coming.'
The man had appeared suddenly and silently out of the dusk and he was only thirty yards away when I saw him.
'Another bloody keeper,' Claud said.
We both looked at the keeper as he came down the lane towards us. He had a shotgun under his arm and there was a black Labrador walking at his heels. He stopped when he was a few paces away and the dog stopped with him and stayed behind him, watching us through the keeper's legs.
'Good evening,' Claud said, nice and friendly.
This one was a tall bony man about forty with a swift eye and a hard cheek and hard dangerous hands.
'I know you,' he said softly, coming closer. 'I know the both of you.'
Claud didn't answer this.
'You're from the fillin'-station. Right?'
His lips were thin and dry, with some sort of a brownish crust over them.
'You're Cubbage and Hawes and you're from the fillin'-station on the main road. Right?'
'What are we playing?' Claud said. 'Twenty Questions?'
The keeper spat out a big gob of spit and I saw it go floating through the air and land with a plop on a patch of dry dust six inches from Claud's feet. It looked like a little baby oyster lying there.
