'Outside his wigwam,' grinned Dick. 'Well, it's jolly comfortable inside a blanket, anyhow. You're pretty wet, Chippy.' 'Yus; the water run on to me a bit off the little gell,' said Chippy. 'I'll stand up to the kiln, and soon get dry.' The miller had gone away again, and this time he returned with a jug of steaming tea, two cups and saucers, and a plate heaped high with food. A drap o' meat an' hot drink will do ye good,' he said, an' ye can peck away while the clo'es do dry.' Chippy chuckled. 'How's yer tender conscience?' he murmured to the Wolf. 'Fair enough for us to tek' this, ain't it?' 'Fair enough?' cried the astonished miller, who had caught the remark. 'Well, what a man ye must think me! I'd give a bite an' a sup to anybody; an' after what ye've done, I'd pull the house down to please ye.' 'It's aw' right,' cried the Raven hastily. 'I don't mean wot you mean. It was only a bit of a joke wi' my pardner.' 'Oh, ay, a joke--well,' said the miller; 'but ye're welcome, an' more than welcome.' 'How's the little girl coming on?' cried Dick, in order to turn the subject. 'Bravely, bravely,' cried the old man. 'She'd swallowed a tidy drap o' water, an' felt pretty queer. But she's comin' round now. How did ye come to see her?' Dick related the story of the child's fall, and the old man declared he'd put more rails to the bridge. ''Twor' the runnin' water carried her beyond herself,' he said. 'Ay, sure, that wor' it.' Before the boys finished their meal the threatened storm broke. There was a tremendous downpour of rain, thundering on the roof and lashing the windows. 'I'd just as lieve be agen this kiln-fire as out in that,' remarked the Raven. 'Seems to me we'll put up here to-night.' 'I dare say he'll let us turn in on his hay, or something like that,' said Dick. 'We'll ask him when he comes back.' For the miller had gone again to the house in his anxiety to see how his grandchild was getting on. Chippy turned the shorts, which had been put in the best drying-place, and felt them. 'They'll be dry in no time now,' he said, and returned to the jug for the final cup of tea which it contained. 'At the rate we're going on,' laughed Dick, 'we could stop out a month on our ten shillings, Chippy.' 'It 'ud suit me proper,' said the Raven, cutting his bread against his thumb with his jack-knife. The miller had brought them knives from the house, but the scouts preferred to use their own. The old man was gone a long while, and when he returned Dick had got into his shorts and dry things, and was himself again. 'Ah!' said the miller, 'now p'raps ye'll step across to the house. My missis do want to see ye an' thank ye.'