The lump that rose in his throat was so big, and so hard, he did not try to swallow it.

He hurried back into Rainbow Bottom.

The first log he came across he kicked over, and grovelling in the rotten wood and loose earth with his hands, he brought up a half dozen bluish-white grubs.

He tore up the ground for the length of the log, and then he went to others, cramming the worms and dirt with them into his pockets.

When he had enough, he went back, and with extreme care placed three of them on his hook.