"Old Taffs started a cigar-case," said Dick, bursting into a guffaw. "I wonder whether--yes--five!" he added, as he opened the case and saw five cigars tucked in side by side and kept in their places by a leather band. "What a game! I'll smug it and keep it for ever so long. He ought not to smoke." Just then the handle of the door rattled faintly, the door was thrust open, and as Dick scuffled the cigar-case into his breast-pocket Mr Temple appeared, coming in very cautiously so as not to disturb his sick son. Dick did not know it, but his father had been in four times during the night to lay a hand upon his forehead and listen to his breathing, and he started now in astonishment. "What, up, Dick?" he said in a low voice, after a glance at the bed, where Arthur was sleeping soundly. "Yes, father; I was going to have a bathe." "But--do you feel well?" "Yes, quite well, father. I'm all right." Mr Temple looked puzzled for a few minutes, and then rubbed his ear, half-amused, half vexed. "Don't wake Arthur," he said. "Come along down and we'll have a walk before breakfast." "All right, father!" cried Dick smiling, and he followed his father out of the room and down-stairs, where they met the landlord. "All right again then, sir?" said the latter cheerily. "Ah! I thought our salt-water wouldn't hurt him. Rather a rough ride for him, though, first time. When would you like breakfast, sir?" "At eight," said Mr Temple; and after a few more words he and Dick strolled out upon the cliff. "Now are you sure, Dick, that you are quite well?" said his father. "Have you any feverish sensations?" "No, father." "You don't feel anything at all?" "No, father. Yes, I do," cried Dick sharply. "Indeed! what?" cried Mr Temple. "So precious hungry." "Oh!" said his father, smiling. "Well, here is one who will find us some refreshment." He pointed to a man with a large can, and they were willingly supplied each with a draught of milk, after which they bent their steps towards the pier. "I have my glass, Dick," said Mr Temple, "and I can have a good look at the shore from out there." "Lend it to me, father," cried Dick eagerly; and quickly focussing it, he directed it at a group of fishermen on their way down to the harbour. "Yes, there they are," cried Dick eagerly. "There's Josh, and there's Will. I say, father, I don't believe they had the doctor to them last night," he added laughingly. "You were too frightened about me, you know." "The danger is behind you now, and so you laugh at it, my boy," replied Mr Temple quietly; "but you did not feel disposed to laugh last night when you were drifting in the boat. And, Dick, my boy, some day you may understand better the meaning of the word anxiety." "Were you very anxious about me last night, father?" said Dick eagerly. "I was in agony, my boy," said Mr Temple quietly.