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Only, remember, baby comes first! I'm going to leave her with you. You needn't take her up. You're not able to carry her. You would let her fall. But if, when I come home, I find anything has happened to her, I'll put you in the water-but I WILL. And I'll do it when the moon is in it." Tommy pulled a hideous face, and began to yell. Clare seized him by the throat.
Better twist her neck at once and go! But he could not forget the water-but proximate mother of the child. Its idea came sliding into Tommy's range, grew and grew upon Tommy, came nearer and nearer, until the baby was nowhere, and nothing in the world but the water-but. His consciousness was possessed with it. It was preparing to swallow him in its loathsome deep!
Plainly his mood was, "He thinks I'm going to do as he tells me! Not if I knows it!" Clare saw him before he saw Clare, and rushed at him with a roar. "You thought I was gone!" he cried. "I told you not to leave the room! Come along to the water-but!" Tommy shivered when he heard him, and gave a shriek when he saw him coming. He shook till his teeth chattered.
Only, if nothing could be done in the meantime, where would baby be by then! "Here, Tommy," he cried, "come and see what I found in the water-but." At the word, Tommy turned to flee; but confidence in Clare, and curiosity to see what, in Clare's arms, could hardly hurt him, prevailed, and he drew near cautiously. "Lord, it's a kid!" he cried.
She could do nothing but go to sleep again! Out he must and would go! He wanted something to eat! He would be in again long before Clare could get back! He left the room and the house, ran down the garden, scrambled up the door, got on the top of the wall, and dropped into the waste land behind it nor once thought that the only way back was by the very jaws of the water-but. The baker.
Tommy was in front, and led the way to the bottom of the yard, and over the fence into the waste ground, hoping to find some point in that quarter where he could mount the wall. He could not face the water-but with the moon in it, staring out of the immensity of the lower world. He ran and doubled and spied, but could find no foothold.
All trivial violations of the rules by non-commissioned officers and privates, such as insolence, drunkenness, filthy habits and disorderly conduct, could be punished by the captain with three days on bread and water-but no pay could be forfeited for any offense, for no fines were allowed in the republic.
"I fancy it mine while you are with me. If you don't take care of baby and be good to her, I'll put you in the water-but I took her out of as sure as you ain't in it now!" "That you shan't!" cried Tommy; "I'll bite first!" "I'll tie your hands and feet, and put a stick in your mouth," said Clare. "So you'd better mind." "I want to go with you!" whimpered Tommy. "You can't.
Whether this was the origin of his fear or not, so far from getting down by means of the water-but, Tommy dared not cross at that point. With much trembling he got on the top of the wall, turned his back on the but, and ran along like a cat, in search of a place where he could descend into the garden. He went right to the end, round the corner, and half-way along the bottom before he found one.
The moon was not up, and the night was dark, yet he had not looked long before he came upon him, as near the house as he could get, crouching against the wall. "Tommy!" said Clare softly. Tommy did not reply. The fear of the water-but was upon him a fear darker than the night, an evil worse than hunger or cold and Clare and the water-but were one.
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