"And I come to try and save his, but not in time," groaned Jerry. "Oh, my poor dear lad!" he continued, as he leaned his arm against a tree and bent his head upon it to weep aloud, "you were the master, and I'm only a servant, but I'd ha' most give my life to ha' saved yours, that I would. Yes!" he cried, fiercely, now in a wild, hysterical voice; "it would ha' been better if you, too, hadn't come in time!" CHAPTER EIGHT. ANOTHER TURN OF THE WHEEL. As if heartily ashamed of his weakness, Jerry suddenly straightened himself up, and turned angrily upon the miller. "Don't you never go and say you saw me making such a fool of myself!" he cried. The man shook his head. "Think it's any good to go up to the town for a boat?" "If you want to drown yourself," was the reply. "I wouldn't trust myself in no boat till the water goes down. I shouldn't mind the rowing down; but you'd never know where you'd got to, and be capsized on a willow stump, or against some hedge, before you had gone a mile." "But we might find him," said Jerry, looking piteous once more. "Ay, you might find him, my lad. There's no knowing." "But you think we should not?" "Sure of it!" Jerry turned away without a word, leaving the miller staring blankly at the spot where the old place had stood, and hurried back toward the town. "Past seven!" he muttered, "and all those boots and shoes waiting. Breakfast'll have to be late." It sounded strange, but it was quite natural for him to mix up his daily work with this business; and upon reaching the house, as if feeling satisfied that there was no more to be done, he hurried about over his valeting, beginning with Mr Draycott, but found that he was not in his room. The tutor came, though, five minutes later, and, meeting his man, exclaimed with animation: "Better news, Brigley." "No, sir," said Jerry, shaking his head. "Worse--much worse!" "How dare you, sir?" cried the tutor, irritable from a sleepless night. "I tell you the news is better, and we have hopes." "And I tell you, sir, that the news is worse." Mr Draycott stared at his man, and began to frown. Strange suspicions attacked him as he saw that Jerry looked rough and unkempt. His hair was not brushed; he had evidently not washed that morning, and his Oxford mixture coat was marked by flour. "By the way, sir," said the tutor, angrily, "where have you been? I rang twice, to send you to the doctor's, but the bell was not answered. Were you not up?" "Not up, sir? Oh, yes; I was up and out long enough ago!" "Out?" "Yes, sir," said Jerry, speaking very sturdily and solemnly; and he related all that he had seen, with the result that the tutor sank into the nearest chair, looking ghastly, and with his lips moving, but not uttering a sound. Jerry stood looking down at him sadly, and at the end of a few minutes he filled a glass from a waterbottle and handed the water to his master, who swallowed it hurriedly.