Then the Crow and the 'Coon and the 'Possum and Jack Rabbit got up, too, and walked over, and they all looked out together. It was dark among the trees below them, and Mr. Turtle pointed off toward the Big West Hills.
"You see," he said, speaking low, "Mother Storm is beginning to swing her torch, and you'll hear Father Storm pounding before long on the shell of Old Man Turtle Himself."
So the five friends stood very still and listened and pretty soon they did hear a low far off rumble, sure enough.
"That means it's time to start for home," said Mr. Jack Rabbit, reaching for his hat and cane.
Mr. Turtle reached for his hat and cane, too, and they felt their way down the dim stairs, with Mr. 'Coon holding a candle, and Mr. Crow and Mr. 'Possum looking after them.
"Good night, everybody," said Mr. Turtle.
CALLED TO JACK RABBIT TO PUSH IN THE LATCH.
"Push the latch string in from the outside," called Mr. Crow. "Then, I won't have to come down."