ather; I was going to have a bathe."

"But--do you feel well?"

"Yes, quite well, father. I'm all right."

Mr Temple looked puzzled for a few minutes, and then rubbed his ear,
half-amused, half vexed.

"Don't wake Arthur," he said. "Come along down and we'll have a walk
before breakfast."

"All right, father!" cried Dick smiling, and he followed his father out
of the room and down-stairs, where they met the landlord.

"All right again then, sir?" said the latter cheerily. "Ah! I thought
our salt-water wouldn't hurt him. Rather a rough ride for him, though,
first time. When would you like breakfast, sir?"

"At eight," said Mr Temple; and after a few more words he and Dick
strolled out upon the cliff.

"Now are you sure, Dick, that you are quite well?" said his father.
"Have you any feverish sensations?"

"No, father."

"You don't feel anything at all?"

"No, father. Yes, I do," cried Dick sharply.

"Indeed! what?" cried Mr Temple.

"So precious hungry."

"Oh!" said his father, smiling. "Well, here is one who will find us
some refreshment."

He pointed to a man with a large can, and they were willingly supplied
each with a draught of milk, after which they bent their steps towards
the pier.

"I have my glass, Dick," said Mr Temple, "and I can have a good look at
the shore from out there."

"Lend it to me, father," cried Dick eagerly; and quickly focussing it,
he directed it at a group of fishermen on their way down to the harbour.

"Yes, there they are," cried Dick eagerly. "There's Josh, and there's
Will. I say, father, I don't believe they had the doctor to them last
night," he added laughingly. "You were too frightened about me, you
know."

"The danger is behind you now, and so you laugh at it, my boy," replied
Mr Temple quietly; "but you did not feel disposed to laugh last night
when you were drifting in the boat. And, Dick, my boy, some day you may
understand better the meaning of the word anxiety."

"Were you very anxious about me last night, father?" said Dick eagerly.

"I was in agony, my boy," said Mr Temple quietly.

Dick's lips parted, and he was about to say something, but the words
would not come. His lip quivered, and the tears rose to his eyes, but
he turned away his head, thrust his hands down into his pockets, and
began to whistle, while his father's brow wrinkled, and, not seeing his
boy's face, nor reading the emotion the lad was trying to hide, his face
grew m