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As he halted in indecision it broke out on either side, and seemed to be caught up and passed on throughout the whole length of the wood to its farthest limit.

They were up and alert and ready, evidently, whoever they were! And he-he was alone, and unarmed, and far from any help; and the night was closing in.

Then the pattering began.

He thought it was only falling leaves at first, so slight and delicate was the sound of it.

Then as it grew it took a regular rhythm, and he knew it for nothing else but the pat-pat-pat of little feet still a very long way off.

Was it in front or behind? It seemed to be first one, and then the other, then both.

It grew and it multiplied, till from every quarter as he listened anxiously, leaning this way and that, it seemed to be closing in on him.

As he stood still to hearken, a rabbit came running hard towards him through the trees.

He waited, expecting it to slacken pace, or to swerve from him into a different course.

Instead, the animal almost brushed him as it dashed past, his face set and hard, his eyes staring.

'Get out of this, you fool, get out!' the Mole heard him mutter as he swung round a stump and disappeared down a friendly burrow.

The pattering increased till it sounded like sudden hail on the dry leaf-carpet spread around him.

The whole wood seemed running now, running hard, hunting, chasing, closing in round something or-somebody? In panic, he began to run too, aimlessly, he knew not whither.

He ran up against things, he fell over things and into things, he darted under things and dodged round things.

At last he took refuge in the deep dark hollow of an old beech tree, which offered shelter, concealment-perhaps even safety, but who could tell? Anyhow, he was too tired to run any further, and could only snuggle down into the dry leaves which had drifted into the hollow and hope he was safe for a time.

And as he lay there panting and trembling, and listened to the whistlings and the patterings outside, he knew it at last, in all its fullness, that dread thing which other little dwellers in field and hedgerow had encountered here, and known as their darkest moment-that thing which the Rat had vainly tried to shield him from-the Terror of the Wild Wood!

Meantime the Rat, warm and comfortable, dozed by his fireside.

His paper of half-finished verses slipped from his knee, his head fell back, his mouth opened, and he wandered by the verdant banks of dream-rivers.

Then a coal slipped, the fire crackled and sent up a spurt of flame, and he woke with a start.

Remembering what he had been engaged upon, he reached down to the floor for his verses, pored over them for a minute, and then looked round for the Mole to ask him if he knew a good rhyme for something or other.

But the Mole was not there.

He listened for a time.

The house seemed very quiet.

Then he called 'Moly!' several times, and, receiving no answer, got up and went out into the hall.

The Mole's cap was missing from its accustomed peg.

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