‘Surely the brave Mr. Toad wouldn’t mind coming here by himself, would he?’ inquired the Mole.
‘Old Toad?’ said the Rat, laughing heartily. ‘He wouldn’t show his face here alone, not for a whole hatful of golden guineas, Toad wouldn’t.’
‘Now then,’ said the Rat presently, ‘we really must pull ourselves together and make a start for Home while there’s still a little light left. It will never do to spend the night here, you understand. Too cold, for one thing.’
‘Dear Ratty,’ said the poor Mole, ‘I’m dreadfully sorry, but I’m simply dead beat and that’s a solid fact. You MUST let me rest here a while longer, and get my strength back, if I’m to get Home at all.’