“It was a great night for Claybury, and for about a week nothing else was talked of.  All the children was playing at being lions and tigers and such-like, and young Roberts pretty near broke ’is back trying to see if he could ride horseback standing up.

“It was about two weeks after the circus ’ad gone when a strange thing ’appened:  the big tiger broke loose.  Bill Chambers brought the news first, ’aving read it in the newspaper while ’e was ’aving his tea.  He brought out the paper and showed us, and soon after we ‘eard all sorts o’ tales of its doings.

“At first we thought the tiger was a long way off, and we was rather amused at it.  Frederick Scott laughed ’imself silly a’most up ’ere one night thinking ’ow surprised a man would be if ’e come ’ome one night and found the tiger sitting in his armchair eating the baby.  It didn’t seem much of a laughing matter to me, and I said so; none of us liked it, and even Sam Jones, as ’ad got twins for the second time, said ‘Shame!’ But Frederick Scott was a man as would laugh at anything.

“When we ’eard that the tiger ’ad been seen within three miles of Claybury things began to look serious, and Peter Gubbins said that something ought to be done, but before we could think of anything to do something ’appened.

“We was sitting up ’ere one evening ‘aving a mug o’ beer and a pipe—­same as I might be now if I’d got any baccy left—­and talking about it, when we ’eard a shout and saw a ragged-looking tramp running toward us as ’ard as he could run.  Every now and then he’d look over ’is shoulder and give a shout, and then run ’arder than afore.

“‘It’s the tiger!’ ses Bill Chambers, and afore you could wink a’most he was inside the house, ‘aving first upset Smith and a pot o’ beer in the doorway.

“Before he could get up, Smith ’ad to wait till we was all in.  His langwidge was awful for a man as ’ad a license to lose, and everybody shouting ‘Tiger!’ as they trod on ’im didn’t ease ’is mind.  He was inside a’most as soon as the last man, though, and in a flash he ’ad the door bolted just as the tramp flung ’imself agin it, all out of breath and sobbing ’is hardest to be let in.

“‘Open the door,’ he ses, banging on it.

“‘Go away,’ ses Smith.

“‘It’s the tiger,’ screams the tramp; ‘open the door.’

“‘You go away,’ ses Smith, ’you’re attracting it to my place; run up the road and draw it off.’”

“Just at that moment John Biggs, the blacksmith, come in from the taproom, and as soon as he ’eard wot was the matter ’e took down Smith’s gun from behind the bar and said he was going out to look after the wimmen and children.

“‘Open the door,’ he ses.

“He was trying to get out and the tramp outside was trying to get in, but Smith held on to that door like a Briton.  Then John Biggs lost ’is temper, and he ups with the gun—­Smith’s own gun, mind you—­and fetches ’im a bang over the ’ead with it.  Smith fell down at once, and afore we could ’elp ourselves the door was open, the tramp was inside, and John Biggs was running up the road, shouting ’is hardest.