There was no doubt about it; the Prisoner must have heard the enthusiastic shouts of the crowd, and in his mad rage was now bearing down upon the fleet. Some of the bravest Wigs managed to save a few ships, many more were weeping; but the largest number did not wait to see what was happening, but took to their heels.
Soon Smaly and Redy were almost alone in their cauldron. The forest of sugar-canes was arriving, preceded by the little army of Rats with watering-cans.
When the Prisoner was near enough to hear them, Smaly and Redy cried out:
Wigs were busy writing their Names
"Djorak, Djorak, stop a minute."
When he heard real voices, human voices, Djorak paused. His rage fell from him like a cloak.
"Djorak, Djorak."
