Then come erlong a big wind and started the blaze to the surface." "Oh!" murmured Nan, much interested. "Didn't my Uncle Henry live there then?" "I sh'd say he did," returned Toby, emphatically. "Didn't he never tell ye about it?" "No, sir. They never speak of Pale Lick." "Well, I won't, nuther," grunted old Toby. "'Taint pretty for a young gal like you to hear about. Whush! Thar goes a loon!"