The paper-boat tossed up and down , and in the middle of the stream it went so quick that the Tin-soldier trembled ; but he remained steadfast , showed no emotion , looked straight in front of him , shouldering his gun . All at once the boat passed under a long tunnel that was as dark as his box had been . ` Where can I be coming now ? ' he wondered . ` Oh , dear ! This is the black imp 's fault ! Ah , if only the little lady were sitting beside me in the boat , it might be twice as dark for all I should care ! ' Suddenly there came along a great water-rat that lived in the tunnel . ` Have you a passport ? ' asked the rat . ` Out with your passport ! ' But the Tin-soldier was silent , and grasped his gun more firmly . The boat sped on , and the rat behind it . Ugh ! how he showed his teeth , as he cried to the chips of wood and straw : ` Hold him , hold him ! he has not paid the toll ! He has not shown his passport ! ' But the current became swifter and stronger . The Tin-soldier could already see daylight where the tunnel ended ; but in his ears there sounded a roaring enough to frighten any brave man . Only think !
at the end XXXXX the tunnel the gutter discharged itself into a great canal ; that would be just as dangerous for him as it would be for us to go down a waterfall .
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