Piet cautiously reconnoitred. This was a sight better than picking those foul blackberries, he thought. "No sign of them," he whispered.
"We'll keep on high ground," whispered John, "and make for those elder bushes. Careful at that open bit, keep behind the bracken. Come on."
The two boys wriggled happily off on their stomachs.
From THREEPENNY BIT, Chapter 11, Poor Mr. Port.