CHAPTER IX.
The ex-Pirate very good-naturedly put his head under the table and pulled the Gopher out from the pile of débris and broken crockery. The little beast did not appear to have suffered any injury beyond tearing a gash in his pink sun-bonnet, and as soon as he had resumed his place at the table he looked about him and smiled just as if nothing had happened.
"You don't seem to mind your fall a bit," remarked the Sheep, somewhat surprised.
"Oh, I don't mind it at all," answered the Gopher, complacently.
"I thought you would be dreadfully cut up," put in the ex-Pirate.
"So did I, at first," continued the Gopher; "but only my sun-bonnet got cut, and that was badly cut in the beginning anyway, so that this extra slash does not make any particular difference. And what do you suppose I saw under the table?"
"Feet," said the ex-Pirate, at a venture.
"That's pretty good for a first guess," retorted the Gopher; "but I saw something else."
"What did you see?" quickly asked Tommy, who was beginning to feel that he had been out of the conversation long enough.
"I saw It," answered the Gopher.