be right 'way
'tother side of Dartymoor, right 'long up in the narth, Oke'ampton way."

"Is Crockern Tor as high as Cawsand Beacon?" asked Paul, more humbly.

"I reckon not, not by a brave bit," said the boy, "but it's a purty place
to go to."

They were driving now along a rough road across the moor itself; the
'pill-box' had outstripped them and was out of sight. "Let's drive on the
grass," said Paul suddenly, "t'would be ever so much jollier than jolting
along like this. Why don't you drive across there to the farm," pointing
to a stretch of smooth, green turf, "instead of going all around by this
road?"

The boy laughed again. "I reckon 'twouldn't be no quicker by time us had
hauled the 'orse and cart out. That there green is'n' no turf 't'all,
'tis a bog."

Paul's attention was riveted in a moment. "That isn't one of the bogs
that suck people right down, and kill them, is it?" he asked excitedly.

"That's one on 'em," answered the boy; "that isn't so bad as some.
Anybody small and light might get across by keeping right 'way out to the
very edge if they was quick, but a horse and cart wouldn't stand no
chance. Don't you never go trying of it, sur, you'd be swallowed up in no
time. Gee, wug, Lion," he called to the lazy horse. "Would 'ee like to
drive a bit, sur?"

But Paul's thoughts were far away. "Anybody light and small might get
across," he was repeating to himself, and he made up his mind that
somebody light and small would try. After all, Dartmoor wasn't such a bad
place, he admitted already. He would have something, anyhow, to tell the
boys when he got back. Something worth telling too. He thought there
would be few with a better story than his to tell.

CHAPTER IV.

THE REWARD OF OVER CONFIDENCE.

For a day or two their new surroundings kept the children fully
occupied in and about the farmyard, and the barns and orchards.
Everything was new to them and delightful, from the pump in the yard,
and the chickens, to the horses and wagons, the lofts with their smell of
hay, the sweet-smelling wood-ricks, the cool dairy, the 'pound' where the
cider was made. Then there were sheep-shearing, rat-hunting and countless
other joys. But before very long the desire to wander further in search
of adventure grew strong in Paul's breast. The children were left
wonderfully free in those days, for, owing to their straitened means, Mrs.
Anketell had determined to do without a nurse, and she w