'I'll just slip down and have a look at Sidney. Light the lantern again, please, Rhoda.'
'You won't get him to stir. He's been there since he was born. But she don't know anything. I'll fetch your waterproof and some top-boots.'
''Fraid o' the water! 'Fraid o' the water!' Jimmy sobbed, pressed against a corner of the hall, his hands to his eyes.
'All right, Jimmy. Jimmy can help play with the carpet,' Rhoda answered, as Midmore went forth into the darkness and the roarings all round. He had never seen such an utterly unregulated state of affairs. There was another lantern reflected on the streaming drive.
'Hi! Rhoda! Did you get my note? I came down to make sure. I thought, afterwards, Jimmy might funk the water!'
'It's me--Miss Sperrit,' Midmore cried. 'Yes, we got it, thanks.'
'You're back, then. Oh, good!... Is it bad down with you?'
'I'm going to Sidney's to have a look.'
'You won't get him out. 'Lucky I met Bob Lotten. I told him he hadn't any business impounding water for his idiotic trout without rebuilding the dam.'
'How far up is it? I've only been there once.'