"Last night he was out most of the time—hunting——"
"Hunting!" he repeated, with excitement. "Hunting what?"
"Children—frightened children," she replied, lowering her voice. "That's how he found you."
It was a horrible thought—Fright hunting for victims to bring to his dreadful prison—and Jimbo shivered as he heard it.
"And how did you get on all this time?" she asked, hurriedly changing the subject.
"I've been remembering, that is half-remembering, an awful lot of things, and feeling, oh, so old. I never want to remember anything again," he said wearily.
"You'll forget quick enough when you get back into your body, and have only the body-memories," she said, with a sigh that he did not understand. "But, now tell me," she added, in a more serious voice, "have you had any pain yet?"
He shook his head. She stepped up beside him.
"None there?" she asked, touching him lightly just behind the shoulder blades.