Out of the window he jumped. Slicko could see him very well, for the electric lights were turned on now. Up stairs Bob’s papa had heard the burglar cry out, and he had switched on the lights.
“What a funny man,” thought Slicko of the burglar, “to jump out of the window as I did. I wonder why he is running away.”
[Slicko sat up on the table in time to see the man give a jump through the window.]
Slicko saw a pan of water on the floor. She scrambled down and took a long drink, for she was quite thirsty. But she was not at all afraid.
“I wish that man had let me sit on his shoulder,” she said to herself. “He might have given me a nut, or a piece of sugar. And he called me a rat—I don’t like that.”
After getting her drink, Slicko sat up on the table again, and waited. She heard voices talking, and people coming down stairs. Bob and his father came into the kitchen.
“Oh, look! There’s my squirrel Slicko!” cried Bob. “She’s come back!”