me thinking about home, and instead of
going on planning how I would revenge myself upon the English, I began
to wonder whether there would be trout there too, and soon afterwards I
began to creep slowly down so as to see. And then I remember that I
burst out laughing at myself, for it seemed so droll. My legs would
keep on bending under me, and I had to sit down and rest every now and
then."

"You were so weak," said Rodd earnestly.

"Yes, that was it," cried Morny; "but I didn't understand at first, and
somehow I didn't seem to mind a bit, but sat down and rested time after
time, till at last I got right down to the edge of the little river, all
shallow and dotted with blocks of stone; and there at first were the
little trout darting about to hide themselves, scared away by my shadow
upon the water. But as I sat down to watch they soon came out again,
and began leaping at the little gnats that were flitting about the
surface. Then do you know how that made me feel?"

"Well," said Rodd, "I know how it would make an English boy feel--
myself, for instance."

"How?"

"As if he'd like to have my namesake with only one _d_ in his hand, and
begin whipping the stream."

"Yes, that's how I felt," said Morny softly.

"I know about those trout on Dartmoor," cried Rodd, "right up on the
moor. I know somebody who used to go and fish there, and he told me
that he could go and catch dozens and dozens and dozens of them whenever
he liked. But they were so very small."

"Yes," said Morny, speaking dreamily now, with his eyes so lit up, that
as Rodd watched his thin delicate face, he thought how handsome and
well-bred he looked.

"Too good-looking for a boy, but more fitted for a girl," he mused.

"And did you go and fish?" he cried, as he suddenly caught Morny's eyes
gazing at him questioningly.

"Oh yes. I went back to the prison and spoke to one of our guards--a
frowning, fierce-looking fellow--and I told him how ill my father was,
and that he never seemed as if he could eat the prison rations, as they
called them, and that I wanted to try and catch some of the little fish
on the moor and cook them, and try if I could tempt him with them."

"And what did he say?" cried Rodd, for Morny had stopped.

"He made my heart feel on fire at first, for he growled out `Bah!
Rubbish! There, go on in.' `Savage!' I said to myself. `Just like an
Englishman!'"

"What a brute!" cried Rodd. "But I say, old chap, our fel