"So the Bishop jumped on his horse and rode down the hill as fast as he could ride, and the mice ran after him. When he came to the river the mice were almost upon him.
"The Bishop left his horse and jumped into a small boat. He rowed very hard until he came to that stone tower in the middle of the river.
"'Now,' said he, 'I am safely away from those miserable mice.'
"But he was not safely away from them, for the mice could swim.
"The Bishop shut himself into the tower and closed the doors and windows. But the mice could gnaw. They ran up the stone walls and gnawed through the wooden doors. Then they ran down the doors on the inside and found the wicked Bishop.
"How the Bishop wished that he had been kind to the poor, starving people. How he wished that he had given them food and gold when they needed it so much. Now it was too late. The hungry people had sent their spirits back in these hungry mice to punish him as he had punished them.
"And so the old stone tower has been called the Mouse Tower, or Bishop Hatto's Tower, ever since. Now, what do you think of that for a story?" asked the Captain.
"I tell you, I hope I never shall be such a mean old Bishop as he was!" said Joe.
"And I am glad he is not living now!" said Jack.