n the face.

"Where did I see you? I remember your face!" said he. "And who was that
I heard talking just now?"

Suddenly, without any warning, he disengaged one hand from the hot
towels in which he was swathed and sat up. A hoarse cry broke from his
lips as full recognition of the place in which he found himself forced
itself upon him. With a wild light of terror in his eyes, he looked
searchingly round him.

"Where is he? Where is he?" cried he, in a thick whisper.

Carrie's face grew dark.

"Here is your friend," she cried cheerily, "here is Mr. Wedmore. He's
going with you; he's not going to leave you; be sure of that."

"Yes, old chap, I'm going with you," said Max, hurrying forward and
trying to shut out the view of the room with his person as he knelt down
by his friend.

Dudley frowned impatiently.

"You, Max!" said he. "What are you doing here?"

But he asked the question without interest, evidently absorbed in
another subject.

"I'm going to take you down to The Beeches," answered Max, promptly.

To his infinite satisfaction, this reply had the effect of distracting
Dudley's thoughts. Into his pallid face there came a tinge of color, as
he looked intently into his friend's eyes, and repeated:

"The Beeches! You don't mean that!"

"I do; the carriage will be here in a minute or two. And in the meantime
we must think upon getting you dressed."

This question of clothing promised to be a difficult one, as Dudley's
own things were saturated with water. Carrie sprang to her feet.

"I'll see about that," said she, briskly, as she disappeared from the
room.

Max, alarmed at being left alone with Dudley, in whose eyes he could see
the dawn of struggling recollection, babbled on about Christmas, his
mother, his sisters, anything he could think of till Carrie came back
again, with her arms full of men's clothes--a motley assortment.

Max looked at them doubtfully. They were all new--suspiciously new.

Carrie laughed, with a little blush.

"Better not ask any questions about them," said she. "Take your choice,
and be quick."

With his lips Max formed the word: "Stolen?" but Carrie declined to
answer. As there was no help for it, Max dressed his friend in such of
the clothes as were a passable fit for him, while Carrie went out to
watch for the expected carriage. When she returned to the kitchen,
Dudley was ready for the journey. He was lying back in a chair, looking
very white and haggard and ex