Meanwhile the Bad Dreams had gathered
round the three children in an angry circle, and Manunderthebed
growled out:
"Seize 'em, some of you! Where's that fat Policeman?"
"Here, sorr." Very much against his will the Policeman had been pushed
forward till he stood in front of the children, hanging his head and
looking very uncomfortable.
"Arrest 'em, why don't you?" shouted the Boss.
"Please, sorr, Oi have," muttered the Policeman humbly, shifting from
one foot to the other and looking more and more unhappy.
"Then do it all over again, and be quick about it--or--"
Manunderthebed made a terrible face at the Policeman, who shivered,
and edging up to Rudolf, laid a timid hand on his shoulder.
"No you don't!" cried Rudolf. "I'm not afraid of _you_!" And he gave
the Policeman a poke with his sword, just a little one, about where
his belt came. The Policeman gave a frightened yell, doubled up as if
he had been shot, and ducking under the shoulders of the crowd made
off into the darkness. Manunderthebed was furious. The children heard
him roar out a command, and then the Bad Dreams advanced on them in a
body. The leaping dancing flames of the plum-pudding fire showed their
angry faces and strange figures.
Rudolf was not really afraid now, for he saw at once that the Bad
Dreams were not much at fighting, yet there were so many of them that
by sheer force of their numbers they were slowly but surely pushing
the three children back, back, until they were crowded against the
trunk of the great oak tree where Manunderthebed had been crouching.
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