o a glow. Tick-tock! tick-tock! drummed
the ancient timepiece. The Boy yawned and settled deeper in the leather
chair.

Tick-tock! Tick-tock!

Mowgli was breathing out of time. He was twitching, and making funny
little smothered noises, which, if he were awake, would probably be
yelps. Something exciting was going on in dreamland.

Tick-tock! Tick----

+Hullo!+ There goes a woodchuck!

II.

The Boy gave chase across the fields, only to arrive, out of breath, at
the entrance to a burrow down which the woodchuck had tumbled. He had
not a notion where he was. He seemed to have raced out of the world that
he knew into one which was quite unfamiliar. It was a broad valley
inclosed by high hills, through which a pleasant little river ran; and
the landscape wore an odd aspect--the hills were bluer than hills
usually are, the trees were more fantastically fashioned, and the waving
grass and flowers were more beautiful than one commonly sees.

"Good morning, young sir!"

On the other side of the stream stood a tall man wrapped in a cloak and
leaning with both hands upon a staff. He was well past the middle years,
as wrinkles and a beard turned gray gave evidence; but his eyes were
youthful and his cheeks as ruddy as a farm lad's. His clothing was worn
and dust-laden, but of good quality and unpatched, and there was an air
about him that said plainly, "Here is no common person, I can tell you."

"You are wondering who I may be," he observed. "Well, then, I am known
as the Knight of the Dusty Thoroughfare."

"A queer sort of knight, this!" thought the Boy.

"And you--may I ask whither you are bound?" said the stranger. "We may
be traveling the same road."

The Boy made answer that he had set forth to chase a woodchuck, and
that having failed to catch it he had no better plan than to return
home.

At the word "home" the Knight put on a melancholy smile, and cutting a
reed at the river edge he fashioned it into a pipe and began to play. A
wonderful tune it was. Tom the Piper's Son knew the way of it, and to
the same swinging melody the Pied Piper footed the streets of Hamelin
town; for the burden of the tune was "Over the Hills and Far Away," and
the Boy's feet stirred at the catch of it.

"That," said the Knight, "is the tune I have marched to for many a year,
and a pretty chase it has led me." He put down the pipe. "Knocking about
aimlessly does very well for an old man, but youth should have a
definite goal."