He went back towards the tool-shed, but

suddenly, quite close to him, he heard the noise

of a hoe-scr-r-ritch, scratch, scratch, scritch.

Peter scuttered underneath the bushes. But

presently, as nothing happened, he came out,

and climbed upon a wheelbarrow and peeped

over. The first thing he saw was Mr. McGregor

hoeing onions. His back was turned towards

Peter, and beyond him was the gate!