But as he rose the He imp, at sight of his sister's deadly peril, lost all sense of caution, and struck again with all his strength of beak and wing.

And once more the rat, fairly bursting with rage, was swept to the ground.
"He was back to the attack again in a moment, and now more dangerous than ever.

And at the same time the She imp, utterly worn out at last by her panic terror and her foolish violence, sank shuddering down upon her perch.

Her brother struck the rat again frantically when the latter was halfway up the scarecrow's leg, but this time failed to dislodge him.

And it looked as if the poor She imp would never again steal a strawberry or worry a pigeon.