“Well, to be candid,” said Mr Willows, “I woke long before daybreak and came out with Will here to see how we stood. But we are all right. My ancestors were simple men, but what they did they did with all their hearts. It must have been very slow work year by year, the quarrying and bringing down all these stones; but they planted them well, the lime they burned was of the best, and it is harder now than the stone itself. The dam has stood two hundred years, and it is so solid that it looks as if it would stand two hundred more.”
“Then we are all right,” cried Manners, heartily.
“Yes, we are all right,” said Mr Willows, smiling and holding out his hand; “and this is nice and neighbourly of you, a stranger, Mr Manners, to speak like this.”
“Neighbourly?” said Manners, colouring through his well-tanned skin. “Oh, I don’t know about that. Only, you see, coming down year after year, and seeing so much of the boys, one seems to know you all so well.”
“Exactly,” said the Vicar, smiling; “Willows is quite right; it is neighbourly, or we will say brotherly, if you like.”
“No, no, no!” cried the artist. “Here, I’ll tell you what to say—nothing. But I am heartily glad there is no serious mischief done.”
“None at all,” said Willows. “Rather good. The big pool was getting very low. Now we shall be all right for months. The water’s falling fast, and in half an hour I shall have the waste water-sluices closed, and by mid-day the stream will be running much as usual.”
“That’s right,” cried Manners. “I say, boys; lucky we had our fishing last night. Why, every trout will have been washed down-stream and out to sea.”
“Not one,” cried Will. “Will they, father?”
“No, my boy; I don’t suppose they will; they’ll have got into the eddies and backwaters, driven down a good deal here and there; but their natural habit is to make their way higher and higher up to the shallows in search of food. There, Mr Manners, I don’t think that you’ll miss any of your sport. My experience is that places which swarm with trout one day are empty the next, and vacant spots where you have thrown a fly in vain will another time give you a fish at nearly every cast.”