I haven't netted a butterfly for years, but the sight gave me all the old excitement of the chase."
"Tolerably rare, too, aren't they?"
"Generally speaking, they are. I remember waiting in an oak grove with a twenty-foot net for a whole day once, and not a solitary Emperor crossed my path."
"An oak grove; yes, you said there was an oak plantation here."
"I didn't know the trick then. You needn't go to that trouble. His Majesty has rather peculiar tastes for so elegant a being. You just hang a piece of decidedly ripe meat anywhere near."
"Yes, Jim?"
"Do you notice anything?" demanded the doctor, with his face up to the wind.
"Several things," replied Carrados.
"Apropos of high meat? Do you know, Wynn, I lost that Purple Emperor here, round the blocks. I thought it must have soared, as I couldn't quite fathom its disappearance. This used to be the Druids' altar, they say. I don't know if you follow me, but it would be a devilish rum go if—eh?"
Carrados accepted the suggestion of following Jim's idea with impenetrable gravity.
"I haven't the least doubt that you are right," he assented. "Can you get up?"
"It's about ten feet high," reported Tulloch, "and not an inch of crevice to get a foothold on. If only we could bring the trap in here"
"I'll give you a back," said Carrados, taking a position against one of the pillars. "You can manage with that?"
"Sure you can stand it?"
"Only be as quick as you can."
