Tom changed his weight from one fore-claw to the other, and gnashed his teeth.

"Here, the king and I are standing face and face together; King Tom, how is your majesty, it's mighty pleasant weather." So ran my thoughts in the intense strain of that waiting.

It must be full ten minutes before Tom's master could get to the house after that first blast, and if he did not hear that, must be too late; but Tom kept his place and my husband rushed by me, carrying the pitchfork with which he had been at work, and I saw no more until Tom was in his cage.

Watch had dragged himself to his master's feet to die, and I went into the house and finished getting dinner, more than ever afraid of Tom and more than ever at a loss to know how to get rid of him.

Yet he still lived and rattled his chain by the garden path, but it was a year before our next adventure.
One summer morning at sunrise I was shocked out of sleep by shrieks and shouts and scurrying feet.