restraining him with difficulty. 'Get ready, all of you!'
'—Let me sing you a little song,' went on the voice, 'which I have composed on the subject of Toad'—(prolonged applause).
Then the Chief Weasel—for it was he—began in a high, squeaky voice—
'Toad he went a-pleasuring
Gaily down the street'
The Badger drew himself up, took a firm grip of his stick with both paws, glanced round at his comrades, and cried—
'The hour is come! Follow me!'
And flung the door open wide.
My!
What a squealing and a squeaking and a screeching filled the air!
Well might the terrified weasels dive under the tables and spring madly up at the windows! Well might the ferrets rush wildly for the fireplace and get hopelessly jammed in the chimney! Well might tables and chairs be upset, and glass and china be sent crashing on the floor, in the panic of that terrible moment when the four Heroes strode wrathfully into the room! The mighty Badger, his whiskers
