The sun was coming down upon his uncovered head like a burning furnace, and he was casting a glance round to see if any friendly shade might be at hand.

In his absorption over the moment's business he had not observed that he had halted with Roy right underneath its beams.

No, there was no shade just in that spot.

A public pump stood behind him, but the sun was nearly vertical, and the pump got as much of it as he did.

A thought glanced through Lionel's mind of resorting to the advice of the women, to double his handkerchief cornerwise over his head.