For the next twenty minutes Mr. Tod kept creeping cautiously into
the house, and retreating hurriedly out again. By degrees he
ventured further in—right into the bedroom. When he was outside
the house, he scratched up the earth with fury. But when he was
inside—he did not like the look of Tommy Brock's teeth.
He was lying on his back with his mouth open, grinning from ear to ear. He snored peacefully and regularly; but one eye was not
Mr. Tod came in and out of the bedroom. Twice he brought in his
walking-stick, and once he brought in the coal-scuttle. But he
thought better of it, and took them away.