feared the water, he feared yet more for the moment him in whom lay
the power of the water. Clare took him by the heels.

"I'm sorry there's no moon, as I promised you," he said; "she won't
come up for my calling. I should have liked you to see where you were
going. But if you ain't an honest boy after this, you shall have
another chance; and next time we will wait for the moon!"

With that he lifted Tommy's legs, holding him by the ankles, and would
have shoved his body over the edge of the but into the water. But
Tommy clung fast to his knees.

"Leave go, Tommy," he said, "or I'll tumble you right in."

Tommy yielded, his will overcome by a greater fear. Clare let him hang
for a moment over the black water, and slowly lowered him. Tommy clung
to the side of the but. Clare let go one leg, and taking hold of his
hands pulled them away. Tommy's terror would have burst in a frenzied
yell, but the same instant he was down to the neck in the water, and
lifted out again. He spluttered and gurgled and tried to scream.

"Now, Tommy," said Clare, "don't scream, or I'll put you in again."

But Tommy never believed anything except upon compulsion. The moment
he could, that moment he screamed, and that moment he was in the water
again. The next time he was taken out, he did not scream. Clare laid
him on the wall, and he lay still, pretending to be drowned. Clare got
up, set him on his feet in front of him, and holding him by the
collar, trotted him round the top of the wall to the door, and dropped
him into the garden. He was quiet enough now--more than