tly to the ground, and, taking the
opposite direction to the Rat, marched off lightheartedly, whistling a
merry tune.

It was a gloomy luncheon for Rat when the Badger and the Mole at
length returned, and he had to face them at table with his pitiful and
unconvincing story. The Badger's caustic, not to say brutal, remarks may
be imagined, and therefore passed over; but it was painful to the Rat
that even the Mole, though he took his friend's side as far as possible,
could not help saying, 'You've been a bit of a duffer this time, Ratty!
Toad, too, of all animals!'

'He did it awfully well,' said the crestfallen Rat.

'He did YOU awfully well!' rejoined the Badger hotly. 'However, talking
won't mend matters. He's got clear away for the time, that's certain;
and the worst of it is, he'll be so conceited with what he'll think is
his cleverness that he may commit any folly. One comfort is, we're free
now, and needn't waste any more of our precious time doing sentry-go.
But we'd better continue to sleep at Toad Hall for a while longer.
Toad may be brought back at any moment--on a stretcher, or between two
policemen.'

So spoke the Badger, not knowing what the future held in store, or how
much water, and of how turbid a character, was to run under bridges
before Toad should sit at ease again in his ancestral Hall.

Meanwhile, Toad, gay and irresponsible, was walking briskly along the
high road, some miles from home. At first he had taken by-paths, and
crossed many fields, and changed his course several times, in case of
pursuit; but now, feeling by this time safe from recapture, and the sun
smiling brightly on him, and all Nature joining in a chorus of approval
to the song of self-praise that his own heart was singing to him, he
almost danced along the road in his satisfaction and conceit.

'Smart piece of work that!' he remarked to himself chuckling. 'Brain
against brute force--and brain came out on the top--as it's bound to
do. Poor old Ratty! My! won't he catch it when the Badger gets back!
A worthy fellow, Ratty, with many good qualities, but very little
intelligence and absolutely no education. I must take him in hand some
day, and see if I can make something of him.'

Filled full of conceited thoughts such as these he strode along, his
head in the air, till he reached a little town, where the sign of
'The Red Lion,' swinging across the road halfway down the main street,
reminded him that he had not breakfasted