“But come and see. It was a terrible fight. I never had such a fight--or dear old Death either. But she's dead now! It was worth living for, to make away with such a monster!” We rode round the pool, cautiously because of the crumbling banks, to see the worm lie dead. On and on we rode. I began to think we must have ridden many times round the hole. “I wonder where it can be, uncle!” I said at length. “We shall come to it very soon,” he answered. “But,” I said, “mayn't we have ridden past it without seeing it?” He laughed a loud and terrible laugh. “When once you have seen it, little one,” he replied, “you too will laugh at the notion of having ridden past it without seeing it. The worm that never dies is hardly a thing to escape notice!” We rode on and on. All at once my uncle threw up his hands, dropping the reins, and with a fearful cry covered his face. “It is gone! I have not killed it! No, I have not! It is here! it is here!” he cried, pressing his hand to his heart. “It is here, and it was here all the time I thought it dead! What will become of me! I am lost, lost!” At the word, old Death gave a scream, and laying himself out, flew with all the might of his swift limbs to get away from the place. But the wind, which was behind us as we came, now stormed in our faces; and presently I saw we should never reach home, for, with all Death's fierce endeavour, we moved but an inch or two in the minute, and that with a killing struggle. “Little one,” said my uncle, “if you don't get down we shall all be lost. I feel the worm rising. It is your weight that keeps poor Death from making any progress.” I turned my head, leaning past my uncle, so as to see behind him. A long neck, surmounted by a head of indescribable horror, was slowly rising straight up out of the middle of the pool. It should not catch them! I slid down by my uncle's leg. The moment I touched the ground and let go, away went Death, and in an instant was out of sight. I was not afraid. My heart was lifted up with the thought that I was going to die for my uncle and old Death. The red worm was on the bank. It was crawling toward me. I went to meet it. It sprang from the ground, threw itself upon me, and twisted itself about me. It was a human embrace, the embrace of some one unknown that loved me! I awoke and left the dream. But the dream never left me. CHAPTER XXVI. THE EVIL DRAWS NIGHER. I rose early, and went to my uncle's room. He was awake, but complained of headache. I took him a cup of tea, and at his request left him. About noon Martha brought me a letter where I sat alone in the drawing-room. I carried it to my uncle. He took it with a trembling hand, read it, and fell back with his eyes closed. I ran for brandy. “Don't be frightened, little one,” he called after me. “I don't want anything.” “Won't you tell me what is the matter, uncle?” I said, returning. “Is it necessary I should be kept ignorant?” “Not at all, my little one.”