"Why should I let him out of the trap," answered the sad shepherd. "Is he not dying more slowly than I could kill him?" "You must have faith in God," said Zadok earnestly and gravely. "He is too far away." "Then you must have love for your neighbour." "He is too near. My confidence in man was like a pool by the wayside. It was shallow, but there was water in it, and sometimes a star shone there.
And so it was with Johnny Everard, this day beside the green pool. And the slim, cool hand was not withdrawn. "Johnny, what are you asking me? Why have you come here to me? What do you want of me?" she asked, yet did not look him in the face, but sat with eyes resting on the placid water. "Just to tell you that to tell you how I love you, Joan."
"You mentioned in your note that you had only twenty-four hours to give to Chitipur, didn't you? So I was sure that you would be upon this train." He spoke with a slow precision in a voice which he was careful or so it struck Thresk to keep suave and low; and as he spoke he moved towards the dinner-table and came within the round pool of light. Thresk had a clear view of him.
At a second bark Dagworthy looked down. The dog was snuffing at a man who lay between a big piece of quarried stone and a little grass-bordered pool. Asleep was he? Yet it was not the attitude in which men sleep. The dog barked a third time. He left his position, and followed the circuit which would bring him down to where the man lay. Whilst still a few yards off, he checked himself.
Before Peter could say a word, there was a splash in the Smiling Pool, and Grandfather Frog was nowhere to be seen. "I I don't see how they do it," said Peter, shaking his head in a puzzled way as he slowly hopped towards the dear Old Briar-patch. Little Joe Otter was having the jolliest kind of a time. Little Joe Otter is a jolly little chap, anyway, and just now he was extra happy.
Le Brun stared at this speech, and finally regarded it as a capital joke, or else, as he whispered to his fellow-grooms in the stable, he believed his young master had gone mad. "Pierre Philibert," continued Amelie, "is down at the salmon pool. Let us join him, Le Gardeur, and bid him good morning once more at Tilly."
Each time I closed my eyes the mocking, grinning skeleton seemed to be again before me, and it was not till early morning that I could rest. But with the day my fears vanished; indeed what was there to fear, for how could these few poor bones harm me? Still, I could not bring myself to dive into the pool again, but set about devising some other means of getting the diamonds.
And then all the little and big forest folk began to sing: "Hip, hip hurray, the peddler's gone away. No more he'll make his tin pans shake And spoil our singing school beside the Forest Pool."
Then she called out to him, "Ola, Manaia," and he looked at us and laughed as he spun his small hand-net into the pool. We sat and watched him and admired his strength and skill and the clever way in which he dived and took the fish from his net. In a little while he had caught seven beautiful fish, such as are in all the mountain streams of Samoa.
In the Mutton Hollow neighborhood, only the spring below the Matthews place held water; and all day the stock on the range, crowding around the little pool, tramped out the narrow fringe of green grass about its edge, and churned its bright life into mud in their struggle. Fall came and there was no relief. Crops were a total failure.