"Across the river! Great God!" Then sternly, with a grim set of jaw,
he commanded: "You go home! If you dare to say a word, I'll kill you.
If you try to follow me, he'll kill you. Go home! I 'm going over there,
if I die for it." And the darkness and rain swallowed him as he leaped
away to the westward!

Burgess gazed into the blackness into which Bond Saxon had gone until
a soft hand touched his, and he looked down to see little Bug Buler,
clad in his nightgown, standing barefoot beside him.

"Where's Vic?" Bug demanded.

"I don't know," Burgess answered.

"Take me up, I'se told." Bug stretched up his arms appealingly,
and Burgess, who knew nothing of babies, awkwardly lifted him up.

"Tuddle me tlose like Vic do," and the little one snuggled
lovingly in the Professor's embrace. "Your toat's wet.
Is Vic wet, too?"

"Yes, little boy. We are all in trouble tonight."
Burgess had to say something.

"In twouble? Umph--humph!" Bug shut his lips tightly, puffing out
his cheeks, as was his habit. "I was in twouble, and I ist wented
to Don Fonnybone. He's dood for twouble-ness. You go see him.
Poor man!" and the little hand stroked Professor Burgess' feverish cheek.