Chapter Forty Two.
Convalescence.
“Hallo, old mole!”
“I’m going to give you a thoroughly good licking, Bob, as soon as I get well,” said Mark, a few mornings later, on being saluted as above.
“I should like to see you do it.”
“You shall, my dear young friend. Last night it was rat; night before owl; now it’s mole.”
“Well, so you are a jolly old mole. Regular night bird.”
“Didn’t know a mole was a night bird.”