"Master Tom," I heard Jerry's voice say, "for God's sake let that hare
go and listen, Master Tom," and the girl Ella, who of a sudden had begun
to sob, tried to pull him back.

But he was mad to see me bitten to death and eaten, and until he had
done so would attend to no one. He only shouted, "One--two--three! Now,
hounds! _Worry, worry, worry!_"

Then he threw me into the air above the red throats and gnashing teeth
which leapt up towards me.

*****

The Hare paused, but added, "Did you tell me, friend Mahatma, that you
had never been torn to pieces by hounds, 'broken up,' I believe they
call it?"

"Yes, I did," I answered, "and what is more I shall be obliged if you
will not dwell upon the subject."



THE COMING OF THE RED-FACED MAN

"As you like," said the Hare. "Certainly it was very dreadful. It seemed
to last a long time. But I don't mind it so much now, for I feel that it
can never happen to me again. At least I hope it can't, for I don't know
what I have done to deserve such a fate, any more than I know why it
should have happened to me once."