"Oh, just look at that hare!" said the folk in the kitchen, and were all for running out to catch it.
Yes, the Squire saw it running too. "Oh, let it inn," said he; "there's no use in thinking to catch a hare on the spring."
A little while after, the youth let the second hare go, and they saw it in the kitchen, and thought it was the same they had seen before, and still wanted to run out and catch it; but the Squire said again it was no use. It was not long before the youth let the third hare go, and it set off and ran round and round the yard as the others before it. Now, they saw it from the kitchen, and still thought it was the same hare that kept on running about, and were all eager to be out after it.
"Well, it is a fine hare," said the Squire; "come, let's see if we can't lay our hands on it."
So out he ran, and the rest with him—away they all went, the hare before, and they after; so that it was rare fun to see. But meantime the youth took the roast and ran off with it; and where the Squire got a roast for his dinner that day I don't know; but one thing I know, and that is, that he had no roast hare, though he ran after it till he was both warm and weary.
Now it chanced that the Priest came to dinner that day, and when the Squire told him what a trick the Master Thief had played him, he made such game of him that there was no end of it.
"For my part," said the Priest, "I can't think how it could ever happen to me to be made such a fool of by a fellow like that."
"Very well—only keep a sharp look-out, said she
