Now, while the two bad alligators were talking this way they did not
pay much attention to Uncle Wiggily. They held him so tightly in their
claws that he could not get away, but he could use his own paws, and,
when the two bad creatures were talking right in each other's face, and
using big words, Uncle Wiggily reached up and cut off a piece of willow
wood with the bark on.

And then, still when the 'gators were disputing, and not looking, the
bunny uncle made himself a whistle out of the willow tree stick. He
loosened the bark, which came off like a kid glove, and then he cut a
place to blow his breath in, and another place to let the air out and
so on, until he had a very fine whistle indeed, almost as loud-blowing
as those the policemen have to stop the automobiles from splashing mud
on you so a trolley car can bump into you.

"I'll tell you what we'll do," said the hump-tail alligator at last.
"Since you won't let me carry him home, and I won't let you, let's both
carry him together. You take hold of him on one side, and I'll take
the other."

"Good!" cried the second alligator.

"Oh, ho! I guess not!" cried the bunny uncle suddenly. "I guess you
won't either, or both of you take me off to your den. No, indeed!"

"Why not?" asked the hump-tailed 'gator, sort of impolite like and
sarcastic.

"Because I'm going to blow my whistle and call the police!" went on the
bunny uncle. "Toot! Toot! Tootity-ti-toot-toot!"