e growing mass as though it were alive and he loved it,
and Gustus said:

'Here's clothes, and beef, and bread, and tea, and coffee--and
baccy--and a good school, and me a engineer. I see it all a-growing and
a-growing.'

'Hi--stop!' said Edward suddenly.

Gustus dropped the telescope. It rolled away into the darkness.

'Now you've done it,' said Edward.

'What?' said Gustus.

'My hand,' said Edward, 'it's fast between the rock and the gold and
things. Find the glass and make it go smaller so that I can get my hand
out.'

But Gustus could not find the glass. And, what is more, no one ever has
found it to this day.

'It's no good,' said Gustus, at last. 'I'll go and find your father.
They must come and dig you out of this precious Tom Tiddler's ground.'

'And they'll lag you if they see you. You said they would,' said Edward,
not at all sure what lagging was, but sure that it was something
dreadful. 'Write a letter and put it in his letter-box. They'll find it
in the morning.'

'And leave you pinned by the hand all night? Likely--I _don't_ think,'
said Gustus.

'I'd rather,' said Edward, bravely, but his voice was weak. 'I couldn't
bear you to be lagged, Gustus. I do love you so.'

'None of that,' said Gustus, sternly. 'I'll leave you the lamp; I can
find my way with matches. Keep up your pecker, and never say die.'

'I won't,' said Edward, bravely. 'Oh, Gustus!'

* * * * *

That was how it happened that Edward's father was roused from slumbers
by violent shakings from an unknown hand, while an unknown voice
uttered these surprising words:--

'Edward is in the gold and silver and copper mine that we've found under
your garden. Come and get him out.'

When Edward's father was at last persuaded that Gustus was not a silly
dream--and this took some time--he got up.

He did not believe a word that Gustus said, even when Gustus added
'S'welp me!' which he did several times.

But Edward's bed was empty--his clothes gone.

Edward's father got the gardener from next door--with, at the suggestion
of Gustus, a pick--the hole in the rockery was enlarged, and they all
got in.

And when they got to the place where Edward was, there, sure enough, was
Edward, pinned by the hand between a piece of wood and a piece of rock.
Neither the father nor the gardener noticed any metal. Edward had
fainted.

They got him out; a couple of strokes with the pick released his hand,
but it w