"n.o.body knew what to do; Farmer Hall said as it was a soldier"s job, and "e drove over to Wickham to tell the police so, but nothing came of it, and that night at ten minutes to twelve Bill Chambers"s pig went. It was one o" the biggest pigs ever raised in Claybury, but the tiger got it off as easy as possible. Bill "ad the bravery to look out of the winder when "e "eard the pig squeal, but there was such a awful snarling noise that "e daresn"t move "and or foot.
"d.i.c.ky Weed"s idea was for people with pigs and such-like to keep "em in the house of a night, but Peter Gubbins and Bill Chambers both pointed out that the tiger could break a back door with one blow of "is paw, and that if "e got inside he might take something else instead o" pig. And they said that it was no worse for other people to lose pigs than wot it was for them.
"The odd thing about it was that all this time n.o.body "ad ever seen the tiger except the tramp and people sent their children back to school agin and felt safe going about in the daytime till little Charlie Gubbins came running "ome crying and saying that "e"d seen it. Next morning a lot more children see it and was afraid to go to school, and people began to wonder wot "ud happen when all the pigs and poultry was eaten.
"Then Henery Walker see it. We was sitting inside "ere with scythes, and pitchforks, and such-like things handy, when we see "im come in without "is hat. His eyes were staring and "is hair was all rumpled. He called for a pot o" ale and drank it nearly off, and then "e sat gasping and "olding the mug between "is legs and shaking "is "ead at the floor till everybody "ad left off talking to look at "im.
""Wot"s the matter, Henery?" ses one of "em.
""Don"t ask me," ses Henery Walker, with a shiver.
""You don"t mean to say as "ow you"ve seen the tiger?" ses Bill Chambers.
"Henery Walker didn"t answer "im. He got up and walked back"ards and for"ards, still with that frightened look in "is eyes, and once or twice "e give such a terrible start that "e frightened us "arf out of our wits. Then Bill Chambers took and forced "im into a chair and give "im two o" gin and patted "im on the back, and at last Henery Walker got "is senses back agin and told us "ow the tiger "ad chased "im all round and round the trees in Plashett"s Wood until "e managed to climb up a tree and escape it. He said the tiger "ad kept "im there for over an hour, and then suddenly turned round and bolted off up the road to Wickham.
"It was a merciful escape, and everybody said so except Sam Jones, and "e asked so many questions that at last Henery Walker asked "im outright if "e disbelieved "is word.
""It"s all right, Sam," ses Bob Pretty, as "ad come in just after Henery Walker. "I see "im with the tiger after "im."
""Wot?" ses Henery, staring at him.
""I see it all, Henery," ses Bob Pretty, "and I see your pluck. It was all you could do to make up your mind to run from it. I believe if you"d "ad a fork in your "and you"d "ave made a fight for it."
"Everybody said "Bravo!"; but Henery Walker didn"t seem to like it at all. He sat still, looking at Bob Pretty, and at last "e ses, "Where was you?" "e s,es.
""Up another tree, Henery, where you couldn"t see me," ses Bob Pretty, smiling at "im.
"Henery Walker, wot was drinking some beer, choked a bit, and then "e put the mug down and went straight off "ome without saying a word to anybody. I knew "e didn"t like Bob Pretty, but I couldn"t see why "e should be cross about "is speaking up for "im as "e had done, but Bob said as it was "is modesty, and "e thought more of "im for it.
"After that things got worse than ever; the wimmen and children stayed indoors and kept the doors shut, and the men never knew when they went out to work whether they"d come "ome agin. They used to kiss their children afore they went out of a morning, and their wives too, some of "em; even men who"d been married for years did. And several more of "em see the tiger while they was at work, and came running "ome to tell about it.
"The tiger "ad been making free with Claybury pigs and such-like for pretty near a week, and nothing "ad been done to try and catch it, and wot made Claybury men madder than anything else was folks at Wickham saying it was all a mistake, and the tiger "adn"t escaped at all. Even parson, who"d been away for a holiday, said so, and Henery Walker told "is wife that if she ever set foot inside the church agin "ed ask "is old mother to come and live with "em.
"It was all very well for parson to talk, but the very night he come back Henery Walker"s pig went, and at the same time George Kettle lost five or six ducks.
"He was a quiet man, was George, but when "is temper was up "e didn"t care for anything. Afore he came to Claybury "e "ad been in the Militia, and that evening at the "Cauliflower" "e turned up with a gun over "is shoulder and made a speech, and asked who was game to go with "im and hunt the tiger. Bill Chambers, who was still grieving after "is pig, said "e would, then another man offered, until at last there was seventeen of "em. Some of "em "ad scythes and some pitchforks, and one or two of "em guns, and it was one o" the finest sights I ever seed when George Kettle stood "em in rows of four and marched "em off.
"They went straight up the road, then across Farmer Gill"s fields to get to Plashett"s wood, where they thought the tiger "ud most likely be, and the nearer they got to the wood the slower they walked. The sun "ad just gone down and the wood looked very quiet and dark, but John Biggs, the blacksmith, and George Kettle walked in first and the others follered, keeping so close together that Sam Jones "ad a few words over his shoulder with Bill Chambers about the way "e was carrying "is pitchfork.
"Every now and then somebody "ud say, "Wot"s that!" and they"d all stop and crowd together and think the time "ad come, but it "adn"t, and then they"d go on agin, trembling, until they"d walked all round the wood without seeing anything but one or two rabbits. John Biggs and George Kettle wanted for to stay there till it was dark, but the others wouldn"t "ear of it for fear of frightening their wives, and just as it was getting dark they all come tramp, tramp, back to the "Cauliflower"
agin.
"Smith stood "em "arf a pint apiece, and they was all outside "ere fancying theirselves a bit for wot they"d done when we see old man Parsley coming along on two sticks as fast as "e could come.
""Are you brave lads a-looking for the tiger?" he asks.
""Yes," ses John Biggs.
""Then "urry up, for the sake of mercy," ses old Mr. Parsley, putting "is "and on the table and going off into a fit of coughing; "it"s just gone into Bob Pretty"s cottage. I was pa.s.sing and saw it."
"George Kettle s.n.a.t.c.hes up "is gun and shouts out to "is men to come along. Some of "em was for "anging back at first, some because they didn"t like the tiger and some because they didn"t like Bob Pretty, but John Biggs drove "em in front of "im like a flock o" sheep and then they gave a cheer and ran after George Kettle, full pelt up the road.
"A few wimmen and children was at their doors as they pa.s.sed, but they took fright and went indoors screaming. There was a lamp in Bob Pretty"s front room, but the door was closed and the "ouse was silent as the grave.
"George Kettle and the men with the guns went first, then came the pitchforks, and last of all the scythes. Just as George Kettle put "is "and on the door he "eard something moving inside, and the next moment the door opened and there stood Bob Pretty.
""What the d.i.c.kens!" "e ses, starting back as "e see the guns and pitchforks pointing at "im.
"""Ave you killed it, Bob?" ses George Kettle.
""Killed wot?" ses Bob Pretty. "Be careful o" them guns. Take your fingers off the triggers."
""The tiger"s in your "ouse, Bob," ses George Kettle, in a whisper.
""Ave you on"y just come in?"
""Look "ere," ses Bob Pretty. "I don"t want any o" your games. You go and play "em somewhere else."
""It ain"t a game," ses John Biggs; "the tiger"s in your "ouse and we"re going to kill it. Now, then, lads."
"They all went in in a "eap, pushing Bob Pretty in front of "em, till the room was full. Only one man with a scythe got in, and they wouldn"t "ave let "im in if they"d known. It a"most made "em forget the tiger for the time.
"George Kettle opened the door wot led into the kitchen, and then "e sprang back with such a shout that the man with the scythe tried to escape, taking Henery Walker along with "im. George Kettle tried to speak, but couldn"t. All "e could do was to point with "is finger at Bob Pretty"s kitchen-and Bob Pretty"s kitchen was for all the world like a pork-butcher"s shop. There was joints o" pork "anging from the ceiling, two brine tubs as full as they could be, and quite a string of fowls and ducks all ready for market.
""Wot d"ye mean by coming into my "ouse?" ses Bob Pretty, bl.u.s.tering.
"If you don"t clear out pretty quick, I"ll make you."
"n.o.body answered "im; they was all examining "ands o" pork and fowls and such-like.
""There"s the tiger," ses Henery Walker, pointing at Bob Pretty; "that"s wot old man Parsley meant."
""Somebody go and fetch Policeman White," ses a voice.
""I wish they would," ses Bob Pretty. "I"ll "ave the law on you all for breaking into my "ouse like this, see if I don"t."
""Where"d you get all this pork from?" ses the blacksmith.
""And them ducks and hins?" ses George Kettle.
""That"s my bisness," ses Bob Pretty, staring "em full in the face. "I just "ad a excellent oppertunity offered me of going into the pork and poultry line and I took it. Now, all them as doesn"t want to buy any pork or fowls go out o" my house."
""You"re a thief, Bob Pretty!" says Henery Walker. "You stole it all."
""Take care wot you"re saying, Henery," ses Bob Pretty, "else I"ll make you prove your words."
""You stole my pig," ses Herbert Smith.
""Oh, "ave I?" ses Bob, reaching down a "and o" pork. "Is that your pig?" he ses.
""It"s just about the size o" my pore pig," ses Herbert Smith.