The rabbit bounded away and was lost in the underbrush. Steve stood looking disgustedly after him, a limp figure, one shoulder dropping until the old knit suspender fell at his side, and a sullen, discouraged look settling in his brown eyes. I ain' no hunter noways. Peers lack I don't even know 'nough to ketch a rabbit, he said with scorn. Whar's that lazy Tige anyways? he added, his scorn merging into wrath.