We didn't see much of The Bilge Rat. She only occasionally emerged from the pumps, usually to grab a slab of hard bread and cheese, and scurry back into her hole. Most of us were privy to the fact that she was, in fact, a "she"-- she reckoned her boyish disguise was working, so we played along, because we knew she was on the run from something. What she was trying to outrun, however, was anyone's guess.