I would put my place of refuge yet a little farther off, nibble at the danger, as it were--a danger which existed only in my imagination.

I went outside the high holly hedge, and the house was hidden.

A grassy field was before me, and just beyond the field rose the farm buildings.

Why should not I run across and wake Turkey?
I was off like a shot, the expectation of a companion in my delight overcoming all the remnants of lingering apprehension.

I knew there was only one bolt, and that a manageable one, between me and Turkey, for he slept in a little wooden chamber partitioned off from a loft in the barn, to which he had to climb a ladder.