e did
not seem surprised or shocked at anything, and he never said, 'I told
you so,' or, 'Just what I always said,' or remarked that they ought to
have done so-and-so, or ought not to have done something else. The Mole
began to feel very friendly towards him.

When supper was really finished at last, and each animal felt that his
skin was now as tight as was decently safe, and that by this time he
didn't care a hang for anybody or anything, they gathered round the
glowing embers of the great wood fire, and thought how jolly it was to
be sitting up SO late, and SO independent, and SO full; and after
they had chatted for a time about things in general, the Badger said
heartily, 'Now then! tell us the news from your part of the world. How's
old Toad going on?'

'Oh, from bad to worse,' said the Rat gravely, while the Mole, cocked
up on a settle and basking in the firelight, his heels higher than his
head, tried to look properly mournful. 'Another smash-up only last week,
and a bad one. You see, he will insist on driving himself, and he's
hopelessly incapable. If he'd only employ a decent, steady, well-trained
animal, pay him good wages, and leave everything to him, he'd get on all
right. But no; he's convinced he's a heaven-born driver, and nobody can
teach him anything; and all the rest follows.'

'How many has he had?' inquired the Badger gloomily.

'Smashes, or machines?' asked the Rat. 'Oh, well, after all, it's the
same thing--with Toad. This is the seventh. As for the others--you know
that coach-house of his? Well, it's piled up--literally piled up to the
roof--with fragments of motor-cars, none of them bigger than your hat!
That accounts for the other six--so far as they can be accounted for.'

'He's been in hospital three times,' put in the Mole; 'and as for the
fines he's had to pay, it's simply awful to think of.'

'Yes, and that's part of the trouble,' continued the Rat. 'Toad's rich,
we all know; but he's not a millionaire. And he's a hopelessly bad
driver, and quite regardless of law and order. Killed or ruined--it's
got to be one of the two things, sooner or later. Badger! we're his
friends--oughtn't we to do something?'

The Badger went through a bit of hard thinking. 'Now look here!' he said
at last, rather severely; 'of course you know I can't do anything NOW?'

His two friends assented, quite understanding his point. No animal,
according to the rules of animal-etiquette, is ever expected to do
an