“Well, my men,” he said in his slow, pompous way, “have you nearly emptied the well?”
“Quite, sir,” said Wrench.
“Was there any mud?”
“Yes, sir; we got out about two cart-loads, and scraped out all we could. To-morrow, when there’s a little more water come back, we’re going to try again.”
“Yes,” said the Doctor; “clean it out thoroughly while you are about it; and mind and carefully secure the door when you come away. You had better lock it, so that nobody can get in.—Well, Mr Severn, you must be tired of watching here. Come and walk down the garden with me.”
Glyn followed the Doctor, who made room for him to walk abreast till they were half-way down the main path, when the latter said quietly, “Well, Severn, what have you found?”
“Nothing, sir,” replied Severn, who did not consider it necessary to allude to the bat.
“No,” said the Doctor; “I did not expect you would. Of course, you see, my boy, that it was only a dream.”