'Well, well,' he said; 'perhaps I am a bit of a talker. A popular
fellow such as I am--my friends get round me--we chaff, we sparkle, we
tell witty stories--and somehow my tongue gets wagging. I have the
gift of conversation. I've been told I ought to have a salon,
whatever that may be. Never mind. Go on, Badger. How's this passage
of yours going to help us?'
'I've found out a thing or two lately,' continued the Badger. 'I got
Otter to disguise himself as a sweep and call at the back-door with
brushes over his shoulder, asking for a job. There's going to be a
big banquet to-morrow night. It's somebody's birthday--the Chief
Weasel's, I believe--and all the weasels will be gathered together in
the dining-hall, eating and drinking and laughing and carrying on,
suspecting nothing. No guns, no swords, no sticks, no arms of any
sort whatever!'
'But the sentinels will be posted as usual,' remarked the Rat.
'Exactly,' said the Badger; 'that is my point. The weasels will trust
entirely to their excellent sentinels. And that is where the passage
comes in.
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