rly."

"Where's he been all night, then?" asked the boy.

"Last night he was out most of the time--hunting----"

"Hunting!" he repeated, with excitement. "Hunting what?"

"Children--frightened children," she replied, lowering her voice.
"That's how he found you."

It was a horrible thought--Fright hunting for victims to bring to his
dreadful prison--and Jimbo shivered as he heard it.

"And how did you get on all this time?" she asked, hurriedly changing
the subject.

"I've been remembering, that is half-remembering, an awful lot of
things, and feeling, oh, so old. I never want to remember anything
again," he said wearily.

"You'll forget quick enough when you get back into your body, and have
only the body-memories," she said, with a sigh that he did not
understand. "But, now tell me," she added, in a more serious voice,
"have you had any pain yet?"

He shook his head. She stepped up beside him.

"None _there_?" she asked, touching him lightly just behind the shoulder
blades.

Jimbo jumped as if he had been shot, and uttered a piercing yell.

"That hurts!" he screamed.

"I'm so glad," cried the governess. "That's the pains coming at last."
Her face was beaming.

"Coming!" he echoed, "I think they've _come_. But if they hurt as much
as that, I think I'd rather not escape," he added ruefully.

"The pain won't last more than a minute," she said calmly. "You must be
brave and stand it. There's no escape without pain--from anything."

"If there's no other way," he said pluckily, "I'll try,--but----"

"You see," she went on, rather absently, "at this very moment the doctor
is probing the wounds in your back where the horns went in----"

But he was not listening. Her explanations always made him want either
to cry or to laugh. This time he laughed, and the governess joined him,
while they sat on the edge of the bed together talking of many things.
He did not understand all her explanations, but it comforted him to hear
them. So long as somebody understood, no matter who, he felt it was all
right.

In this way several days and nights passed quickly away. The pains were
apparently no nearer, but as Miss Lake showed no particular anxiety
about their non-arrival, he waited patiently too, dreading the moment,
yet also looking forward to it exceedingly.

During the day the governess spent most of the time in the room with
him; but at night, when he was alone, the darkness became enchanted, the
room haunted,