find out about the pool, anyway. _Jenny Crum's pool?_ What on
earth did that mean? The name had never reached his ears before. Of
course Uncle Reuben would know. The boy eyed it curiously, the
details of 'Lias's grim vision returning upon him. The wild
circling moor seemed suddenly to have gained a mysterious interest.

'Didn't I tell yo he wor gone silly?' said Louie, triumphantly, at
his elbow.

'He's not gone that silly, onyways, but he can freeten little
gells,' remarked David, dryly, instinctively putting out an arm,
meanwhile, to prevent her disturbing the poor sleeper.

'I worn't freetened,' insisted Louie; '_yo_ were! He may skrike
aw day if he likes--for aw I care. He'll be runnin into hedges
by dayleet soon. Owd churn-yed!'

'Howd your clatterin tongue!' said David, angrily, pushing her out
of the doorway. She lifted a loose sod of heather, which lay just
outside, flung it at him, and then took to her heels, and made for
the farm and dinner, with the speed of a wild goat.

David brushed his clothes, took a stroll with the dogs, and
recovered his temper as best he might. When he came back, pricked
by the state of his appetite, to see whether 'Lias had recovered
enough sanity to get home, he found the old man sitting up, looking
strangely white and exhausted, and fumbling, in a dazed way, for
the tobacco to which he always resorted at moments of nervous
fatigue. His good wife Margaret never sent him out without mended
clothes, spotless linen, and a paper of tobacco in his pocket. He