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Otter's not the fellow to be nervous about any son of his before it's time.

And now he IS nervous.

When I left, he came out with me-said he wanted some air, and talked about stretching his legs.

But I could see it wasn't that, so I drew him out and pumped him, and got it all from him at last.

He was going to spend the night watching by the ford.

You know the place where the old ford used to be, in by-gone days before they built the bridge?'

'I know it well,' said the Mole.

'But why should Otter choose to watch there?'

'Well, it seems that it was there he gave Portly his first swimming-lesson,' continued the Rat.

'From that shallow, gravelly spit near the bank.

And it was there he used to teach him fishing, and there young Portly caught his first fish, of which he was so very proud.

The child loved the spot, and Otter thinks that if he came wandering back from wherever he is-if he IS anywhere by this time, poor little chap-he might make for the ford he was so fond of; or if he came across it he'd remember it well, and stop there and play, perhaps.

So Otter goes there every night and watches-on the chance, you know, just on the chance!'

They were silent for a time, both thinking of the same thing-the lonely, heart-sore animal, crouched by the ford, watching and waiting, the long night through-on the chance.

'Well, well,' said the Rat presently, 'I suppose we ought to be thinking about turning in.' But he never offered to move.

'Rat,' said the Mole, 'I simply can't go and turn in, and go to sleep, and DO nothing, even though there doesn't seem to be anything to be done.

We'll get the boat out, and paddle up stream.

The moon will be up in an hour or so, and then we will search as well as we can-anyhow, it will be better than going to bed and doing NOTHING.'

'Just what I was thinking myself,' said the Rat.

'It's not the sort of night for bed anyhow; and daybreak is not so very far off, and then we may pick up some news of him from early risers as we go along.'

They got the boat out, and the Rat took the sculls, paddling with caution.

Out in midstream, there was a clear, narrow track that faintly reflected the sky; but wherever shadows fell on the water from bank, bush, or tree, they were as solid to all appearance as the banks themselves, and the Mole had to steer with judgment accordingly.

Dark and deserted as it was, the night was full of small noises, song and chatter and rustling, telling of the busy little population who were up and about, plying their trades and vocations through the night till sunshine should fall on them at last and send them off to their well-earned repose.

The water's own noises, too, were more apparent than by day, its gurglings and 'cloops' more unexpected and near at hand; and constantly they started at what seemed a sudden clear call from an actual articulate voice.

The line of the horizon was clear and hard against the sky, and in one particular quarter it showed black against a silvery climbing phosphorescence that grew and grew.

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