'Well, well,' said the Badger, patting him on the shoulder, 'it was
your first experience of them, you see. They're not so bad really;
and we must all live and let live. But I'll pass the word around
to-morrow, and I think you'll have no further trouble. Any friend of
MINE walks where he likes in this country, or I'll know the reason
why!'
When they got back to the kitchen again, they found the Rat walking up
and down, very restless. The underground atmosphere was oppressing
him and getting on his nerves, and he seemed really to be afraid that
the river would run away if he wasn't there to look after it. So he
had his overcoat on, and his pistols thrust into his belt again.
'Come along, Mole,' he said anxiously, as soon as he caught sight of
them. 'We must get off while it's daylight. Don't want to spend
another night in the Wild Wood again.'
'It'll be all right, my fine fellow,' said the Otter. 'I'm coming
along with you, and I know every path blindfold; and if there's a head
that needs to be punched, you can confidently rely upon me to punch
it.
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