“One minute, Old Blind Rabbit,” he said. “Let me speak a word for Spotted Tail. His sinning was against me most, and I should be heard. He is repentant now, and we should give him another chance. I ask you to take back that sentence.”
Old Blind Rabbit looked hard and severe, as he shook his head. “Sentence has been passed,” he said sternly, “and justice demands that Spotted Tail be banished from the woods.”
“But justice tempered with mercy is what I’m asking for,” replied Bumper.
Again Old Blind Rabbit shook his head, and White Tail, Crooked Ears and the others agreed with him.
“Then,” resumed Bumper sadly, “I shall go with him. If you banish Spotted Tail from the woods you banish me too.”
The consternation that followed this remark was so great you could have heard a pin drop. Every one was looking at the white rabbit, and, as if fascinated by his pink eyes and white fur, they remained mute and awed. Finally Old Blind Rabbit, seeing his opportunity, said: “What the king says must be obeyed!”
“Yes, what the king says must be obeyed!” cried many as if they were hypnotized, and even White Tail and the other leaders offered no opposition.
“Long live Bumper the White Rabbit as our king!” quavered Old Blind Rabbit, his voice cracking.
And every one took up the cry. “Long live Bumper the White Rabbit as our king!”