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Then
the
brutal
minions
of
the
law
fell
upon
the
hapless
Toad
;
loaded
him
with
chains
,
and
dragged
him
from
the
Court
House
,
shrieking
,
praying
,
protesting
;
across
the
market-place
,
where
the
playful
populace
,
always
as
severe
upon
detected
crime
as
they
are
sympathetic
and
helpful
when
one
is
merely
"
wanted
,
"
assailed
him
with
jeers
,
carrots
,
and
popular
catch-words
;
past
hooting
school
children
,
their
innocent
faces
lit
up
with
the
pleasure
they
ever
derive
from
the
sight
of
a
gentleman
in
difficulties
;
across
the
hollow-sounding
drawbridge
,
below
the
spiky
portcullis
,
under
the
frowning
archway
of
the
grim
old
castle
,
whose
ancient
towers
soared
high
overhead
;
past
guardrooms
full
of
grinning
soldiery
off
duty
,
past
sentries
who
coughed
in
a
horrid
,
sarcastic
way
,
because
that
is
as
much
as
a
sentry
on
his
post
dare
do
to
show
his
contempt
and
abhorrence
of
crime
;
up
time-worn
winding
stairs
,
past
men-at-arms
in
casquet
and
corselet
of
steel
,
darting
threatening
looks
through
their
vizards
;
across
courtyards
,
where
mastiffs
strained
at
their
leash
and
pawed
the
air
to
get
at
him
;
past
ancient
warders
,
their
halberds
leant
against
the
wall
,
dozing
over
a
pasty
and
a
flagon
of
brown
ale
;
on
and
on
,
past
the
rack-chamber
and
the
thumbscrew-room
,
past
the
turning
that
led
to
the
private
scaffold
,
till
they
reached
the
door
of
the
grimmest
dungeon
that
lay
in
the
heart
of
the
innermost
keep
There
at
last
they
paused
,
where
an
ancient
gaoler
sat
fingering
a
bunch
of
mighty
keys
.
"
Oddsbodikins
!
"
said
the
sergeant
of
police
,
taking
off
his
helmet
and
wiping
his
forehead
.
"
Rouse
thee
,
old
loon
,
and
take
over
from
us
this
vile
Toad
,
a
criminal
of
deepest
guilt
and
matchless
artfulness
and
resource
.
Watch
and
ward
him
with
all
thy
skill
;
and
mark
thee
well
,
greybeard
,
should
aught
untoward
befall
,
thy
old
head
shall
answer
for
his
--
and
a
murrain
on
both
of
them
!
"
The
gaoler
nodded
grimly
,
laying
his
withered
hand
on
the
shoulder
of
the
miserable
Toad
.
The
rusty
key
creaked
in
the
lock
,
the
great
door
clanged
behind
them
;
and
Toad
was
a
helpless
prisoner
in
the
remotest
dungeon
of
the
best-guarded
keep
of
the
stoutest
castle
in
all
the
length
and
breadth
of
Merry
England
.
THE
Willow-Wren
was
twittering
his
thin
little
song
,
hidden
himself
in
the
dark
selvedge
of
the
river
bank
.
Though
it
was
past
ten
o'clock
at
night
,
the
sky
still
clung
to
and
retained
some
lingering
skirts
of
light
from
the
departed
day
;
and
the
sullen
heats
of
the
torrid
afternoon
broke
up
and
rolled
away
at
the
dispersing
touch
of
the
cool
fingers
of
the
short
midsummer
night
.
Mole
lay
stretched
on
the
bank
,
still
panting
from
the
stress
of
the
fierce
day
that
had
been
cloudless
from
dawn
to
late
sunset
,
and
waited
for
his
friend
to
return
.
He
had
been
on
the
river
with
some
companions
,
leaving
the
Water
Rat
free
to
keep
an
engagement
of
long
standing
with
Otter
;
and
he
had
come
back
to
find
the
house
dark
and
deserted
,
and
no
sign
of
Rat
,
who
was
doubtless
keeping
it
up
late
with
his
old
comrade
.
It
was
still
too
hot
to
think
of
staying
indoors
,
so
he
lay
on
some
cool
dock-leaves
,
and
thought
over
the
past
day
and
its
doings
,
and
how
very
good
they
all
had
been
.
The
Rat
's
light
footfall
was
presently
heard
approaching
over
the
parched
grass
.
"
O
,
the
blessed
coolness
!
"
he
said
,
and
sat
down
,
gazing
thoughtfully
into
the
river
,
silent
and
pre-occupied
.
"
You
stayed
to
supper
,
of
course
?
"
said
the
Mole
presently
.
"
Simply
had
to
,
"
said
the
Rat
.
"
They
would
n't
hear
of
my
going
before
.
You
know
how
kind
they
always
are
.
And
they
made
things
as
jolly
for
me
as
ever
they
could
,
right
up
to
the
moment
I
left
.
But
I
felt
a
brute
all
the
time
,
as
it
was
clear
to
me
they
were
very
unhappy
,
though
they
tried
to
hide
it
.
Mole
,
I
'm
afraid
they
're
in
trouble
.
Little
Portly
is
missing
again
;
and
you
know
what
a
lot
his
father
thinks
of
him
,
though
he
never
says
much
about
it
.
"
"
What
,
that
child
?
"
said
the
Mole
lightly
.
"
Well
,
suppose
he
is
;
why
worry
about
it
?
He
's
always
straying
off
and
getting
lost
,
and
turning
up
again
;
he
's
so
adventurous
.
But
no
harm
ever
happens
to
him
.
Everybody
hereabouts
knows
him
and
likes
him
,
just
as
they
do
old
Otter
,
and
you
may
be
sure
some
animal
or
other
will
come
across
him
and
bring
him
back
again
all
right
.
Why
,
we
've
found
him
ourselves
,
miles
from
home
,
and
quite
self-possessed
and
cheerful
!
"
