own there, and I shan't go."

"Nobody wants you to go," cried Glyn. "I'll go myself."

"That you don't, sir, if I know it," said Wrench sturdily. "Pst!
Here's the Doctor."

For at that moment the entrance was darkened and the Doctor came in,
picking his way very carefully lest he should step into one of the
puddles of the muddy floor.

"Well, my men," he said in his slow, pompous way, "have you nearly
emptied the well?"

"Quite, sir," said Wrench.

"Was there any mud?"

"Yes, sir; we got out about two cart-loads, and scraped out all we
could. To-morrow, when there's a little more water come back, we're
going to try again."

"Yes," said the Doctor; "clean it out thoroughly while you are about it;
and mind and carefully secure the door when you come away. You had
better lock it, so that nobody can get in.--Well, Mr Severn, you must
be tired of watching here. Come and walk down the garden with me."

Glyn followed the Doctor, who made room for him to walk abreast till
they were half-way down the main path, when the latter said quietly,
"Well, Severn, what have you found?"

"Nothing, sir," replied Severn, who did not consider it necessary to
allude to the bat.

"No," said the Doctor; "I did not expect you would. Of course, you see,
my boy, that it was only a dream."

CHAPTER THIRTY THREE.

BETWEEN BOYS.

"Oh, I say, what a lovely morning!"

Glyn, who had lain awake half the night, woke up with a start, to see
Singh standing barefooted by the window, which he had just thrown wide
open to let in the joyous sunshine and the soft sweet air. "Yes,
jolly," he cried, inhaling a deep breath. "No! Most miserable morning
I ever saw," and he sank back sitting on the edge of his bed, to utter a
deep groan.

Singh sprang to his side in an instant. "Glyn, old chap, what's the
matter? Are you ill?"

"Yes, horribly. In my head. Oh, I say! I couldn't sleep for ever so
long last night for thinking about it."

"Then why didn't you wake me, old fellow? I'd have dressed directly and
gone and told the Doctor."

"What about?"

"You being so ill."

"Bah!" cried Glyn angrily. "It isn't salts and senna. What a fellow
you are! You don't mean to say that you'd forgotten that the dad's
coming down to-day?"

Singh plumped himself down on the carpet like a native of Dour,
untroubled by clothes, with his knees nearly to his ears and his crossed
hands before him resting on the floor, while his face lost