"I feel very faint," he said to himself, "I think I'll just take a run home and have a few crumbs of food, and then come back again."
He turned as he spoke and began to move off.
"Cock-a-doodle-do-o-o!" roared the cock with the plumes.
he began to move off. ([p. 277]).
SITUATION THIRD.
Now, this was more than the meanest-spirited cock that ever crowed could stand.
He raised his tail again, wheeled suddenly round and faced his foe. The other cock or king also wheeled round, and so with ruffles raised and wings half spread, and with fire flashing from their eyes, the two confronted each other.
But courage now deserted the heart of the white hen, and she fled.
"Cray—cray—cray," she screamed; "there'll be bloodshed, cray—cray—cray!"