“What a little chap! What can you do for us?”
“Why, I can get between the iron window bars, and throw you out whatever you want.”
“That is a good thought. Come along; we will see what you can do.”
When they came to the farmer’s house, Tom slipped through the bars into the room, and then called out as loud as he could:—
“Will you have all that is here?”
“Softly, softly!” said the thieves. “Speak low, or you will wake somebody.”
Tom made as if he did not understand them, and bawled out again:—
“How much will you have? Shall I throw it all out?”
Now the cook lay in the next room, and hearing a noise, she raised herself in her bed and listened. But the thieves had been thrown into a fright and had run away. By and by they plucked up courage, and said:—
“That little fellow is only trying to make fools of us.” So they came back and spoke low to him, saying: “Now let us have no more of your jokes, but throw out some of the money.” Then Tom called out again as loud as he could:—