Still, I think Tinker
ought to have barked then, but he didn't: only just pricked his ears and
his tail; and he waited, and the scraping went on.

Then Tinker said to me--"Don't you make a noise, for your life; I am
going to see what it is;" and he trotted softly into the butler's
pantry. It was rather dark, but you know we dogs can see as well as cats
in the dark, although they do make such a fuss about it, and declare
that they are the only creatures who can.

There was a man outside the window, and I tapped Tinker with my tail to
show him that he ought to bark, but he never moved. The man had been
scraping and scraping till he had got out one of the window-panes. It
was a very little window-pane, only just big enough for his hand to go
through; and the man took out the window-pane and put his hand through,
making a long arm to get at the fastening of the window; and just as he
was going to undo the hasp, Tinker made a spring on to the window-ledge,
and he caught the man's hand in his mouth, and the man gave a push, and
Tinker fell off the window-ledge, but he took the man's hand with him;
and there was the man's arm dragged through the window-pane, and Tinker
hanging on to his fingers.

The man broke some more panes and tried to get his other hand through,
and if he had he would have done for Tinker, but he could not manage it;
and now I thought "This is the time to bark," and I barked. I barked my
best, I barked nobly, though I am not a house-dog, and I don't think
it's my business.

In less than a minute down came the gardener and the under-gardener: and
Tinker was still holding on, and they took the man, and he was marched
off to prison, and it turned out to be the man in the fur cap. But
though they made fuss enough about Tinker's share in the business, you
may be sure it didn't make me think much more of him.

I should never have had anything to say to him but for one thing. Early
one morning we three dogs--it's all over long ago, and I hope I can be
generous and let bygones be bygones; he is one of _us_ now--went out for
a run in the paddock by the wood, and while Trap and I were trotting up
and down chatting about the weather, that Tinker dog bolted into the
wood, and in less than a minute came out with a rabbit.

I saw at once that he could never get it eaten before Miss Daisy came
out, and I knew that, if he were found with it, his sufferings would be
awful. So I helped him to eat it. I know my duty t