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"
Yes
;
but
this
time
it
's
more
serious
,
"
said
the
Rat
gravely
.
"
He
's
been
missing
for
some
days
now
,
and
the
Otters
have
hunted
everywhere
,
high
and
low
,
without
finding
the
slightest
trace
.
And
they
've
asked
every
animal
,
too
,
for
miles
around
,
and
no
one
knows
anything
about
him
.
Otter
's
evidently
more
anxious
than
he
'll
admit
.
I
got
out
of
him
that
young
Portly
has
n't
learnt
to
swim
very
well
yet
,
and
I
can
see
he
's
thinking
of
the
weir
.
There
's
a
lot
of
water
coming
down
still
,
considering
the
time
of
the
year
,
and
the
place
always
had
a
fascination
for
the
child
.
And
then
there
are
--
well
,
traps
and
things
--
you
know
.
Otter
's
not
the
fellow
to
be
nervous
about
any
son
of
his
before
it
's
time
.
And
now
he
is
nervous
.
When
I
left
,
he
came
out
with
me
--
said
he
wanted
some
air
,
and
talked
about
stretching
his
legs
.
But
I
could
see
it
was
n't
that
,
so
I
drew
him
out
and
pumped
him
,
and
got
it
all
from
him
at
last
.
He
was
going
to
spend
the
night
watching
by
the
ford
.
You
know
the
place
where
the
old
ford
used
to
be
,
in
by-gone
days
before
they
built
the
bridge
?
"
"
I
know
it
well
,
"
said
the
Mole
.
"
But
why
should
Otter
choose
to
watch
there
?
"
"
Well
,
it
seems
that
it
was
there
he
gave
Portly
his
first
swimming-lesson
,
"
continued
the
Rat
.
"
From
that
shallow
,
gravelly
spit
near
the
bank
.
And
it
was
there
he
used
to
teach
him
fishing
,
and
there
young
Portly
caught
his
first
fish
,
of
which
he
was
so
very
proud
.
The
child
loved
the
spot
,
and
Otter
thinks
that
if
he
came
wandering
back
from
wherever
he
is
--
if
he
is
anywhere
by
this
time
,
poor
little
chap
--
he
might
make
for
the
ford
he
was
so
fond
of
;
or
if
he
came
across
it
he
'd
remember
it
well
,
and
stop
there
and
play
,
perhaps
.
So
Otter
goes
there
every
night
and
watches
--
on
the
chance
,
you
know
,
just
on
the
chance
!
"
They
were
silent
for
a
time
,
both
thinking
of
the
same
thing
--
the
lonely
,
heart-sore
animal
,
crouched
by
the
ford
,
watching
and
waiting
,
the
long
night
through
--
on
the
chance
.
"
Well
,
well
,
"
said
the
Rat
presently
,
"
I
suppose
we
ought
to
be
thinking
about
turning
in
.
"
But
he
never
offered
to
move
.
"
Rat
,
"
said
the
Mole
,
"
I
simply
ca
n't
go
and
turn
in
,
and
go
to
sleep
,
and
do
nothing
,
even
though
there
does
n't
seem
to
be
anything
to
be
done
.
We
'll
get
the
boat
out
,
and
paddle
upstream
.
The
moon
will
be
up
in
an
hour
or
so
,
and
then
we
will
search
as
well
as
we
can
--
anyhow
,
it
will
be
better
than
going
to
bed
and
doing
nothing
.
"
"
Just
what
I
was
thinking
myself
,
"
said
the
Rat
.
"
It
's
not
the
sort
of
night
for
bed
anyhow
;
and
daybreak
is
not
so
very
far
off
,
and
then
we
may
pick
up
some
news
of
him
from
early
risers
as
we
go
along
.
"
They
got
the
boat
out
,
and
the
Rat
took
the
sculls
,
paddling
with
caution
.
Out
in
mid-stream
,
there
was
a
clear
,
narrow
track
that
faintly
reflected
the
sky
;
but
wherever
shadows
fell
on
the
water
from
bank
,
bush
,
or
tree
,
they
were
as
solid
to
all
appearance
as
the
banks
themselves
,
and
the
Mole
had
to
steer
with
judgment
accordingly
.
Dark
and
deserted
as
it
was
,
the
night
was
full
of
small
noises
,
song
and
chatter
and
rustling
,
telling
of
the
busy
little
population
who
were
up
and
about
,
plying
their
trades
and
vocations
through
the
night
till
sunshine
should
fall
on
them
at
last
and
send
them
off
to
their
well-earned
repose
.
The
water
's
own
noises
,
too
,
were
more
apparent
than
by
day
,
its
gurglings
and
"
cloops
"
more
unexpected
and
near
at
hand
;
and
constantly
they
started
at
what
seemed
a
sudden
clear
call
from
an
actual
articulate
voice
.
The
line
of
the
horizon
was
clear
and
hard
against
the
sky
,
and
in
one
particular
quarter
it
showed
black
against
a
silvery
climbing
phosphorescence
that
grew
and
grew
.
At
last
,
over
the
rim
of
the
waiting
earth
the
moon
lifted
with
slow
majesty
till
it
swung
clear
of
the
horizon
and
rode
off
,
free
of
moorings
;
and
once
more
they
began
to
see
surfaces
--
meadows
wide-spread
,
and
quiet
gardens
,
and
the
river
itself
from
bank
to
bank
,
all
softly
disclosed
,
all
washed
clean
of
mystery
and
terror
,
all
radiant
again
as
by
day
,
but
with
a
difference
that
was
tremendous
.
Their
old
haunts
greeted
them
again
in
other
raiment
,
as
if
they
had
slipped
away
and
put
on
this
pure
new
apparel
and
come
quietly
back
,
smiling
as
they
shyly
waited
to
see
if
they
would
be
recognised
again
under
it
.
