Then they had a supper of baked beans and macaroni cheese. When it was dark, they put on their belts and their pistols and swords, and set off for the secret passage. Badger led the way, flourishing a thick stick.
They kept stopping in the darkness, and bumped into each other several times. This gave Toad, who was last, quite a fright. But soon they could hear the noise of the feast, overhead - the stamping of little feet, clinking of glasses, and cheers.
"Now, boys, all together!" said Badger, and they heaved at the trapdoor. They came up into the butler's pantry, and could hear the Chief Weasel giving a speech of thanks.
"I should like to say a word about our kind host, Mr Toad," he sniggered. "GoodToad! Modest Toad! Honest Toad!"