It was a nice hole, cramped and damp, but very deep, and with those
Boche love-tokens thudding away upstairs I felt that the nearer
Australia the better. But the rats! Never before have I seen rats
in such quantities; they flowed unchidden all over the dug-out,
rummaged in the cupboards, played kiss-in-the-ring in the shadows,
and sang and bawled behind the old oak panelling until you could
barely hear yourself shout. I am fond of animals, but I do not like
having to share my tea with a bald-headed rodent who gets noisy in
his cups, or having a brace of high-spirited youngsters wrestle out
the championship of the district on my bread-and-butter.
Freddy apologised for them; they were getting a bit above themselves,
he was afraid, but they were seldom dangerous, seldom attacked one
unprovoked. "Live and let live" was their motto. For all that they
did get a trifle _de trop_ sometimes; he himself had lost his temper
when he awoke one morning to find a brawny rat sitting on his face
combing his whiskers in mistake for his own (a pardonable error in
the dark); and, determining to teach them a lesson, had bethought him
of his old friend, the noble fert. He therefore sent home for two of
the best.
The ferrets arrived in due course, received the names Burroughs and
Welcome, were blessed and turned loose.
They had had a rough trip over at the bottom of the mail sack, and
were looking for trouble. An old rat strolled out of his club to see
what all the noise was about, and got the excitement he needed.
Seven friends came to his funeral and never smiled again. There was
great rejoicing in that underground Mess that evening; Burroughs and
Welcome were fêted on bully beef and condensed milk, and made
honorary members.
For three days the good work went on; there was weeping in the
cupboards and gnashing of teeth behind the old oak panelling. Then
on the fourth day Burroughs and Welcome disappeared, and the rats
swarmed to their own again. The deserters were found a week later;
they had wormed through a system of rat-holes into the next dug-out,
inhabited by the Atkinses, and had remained there, honoured guests.
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