"Wonder where he's put that there fiddle of his.

Why that fiddle cost thirty shillings, and good words besides.

Somewhere in the damp, without doubt; that instrument will be unglued and spoilt in ten minutes--ten! ay, two." "What in the name o' righteousness can have happened ?" said old William, more uneasily.

"Perhaps he's drownded!" Leaving their lanterns and instruments in the belfry they retraced their steps along the waterside track.

"A strapping lad like Dick d'know better than let anything happen onawares," Reuben remarked.