He was up again next day and found all going very orderly, and
foretold that, if the mischief could be kept out of Milly's lungs, she'd
recover in due course. So the mind of her husband and her daughter grew at
peace when Milly's body cooled down; and then the girl told her father of
what had befell her by Hound's Pool, and he was terrible interested and
full of wonder.
In fact, naught would do but they went there together the morning after,
and there--in the chill light of a January day, Millicent pointed out
where she stood when the vision come to her and presently the very tree
under which she had returned to life.
But John, being skilled in all woodland craft, took a pretty close look
round and soon smelled out signs and wonders hid from common sight. He'd
been much pleased with the tale at first, for though sorrowful that his
girl had suffered so much, he hadn't got enough mind himself to measure
the agony she'd been through; and, whether or no, since the Hound brought
good luck, he counted on some bright outcome for Millicent presently, if
it was only that her mother should be saved alive. But when he got to his
woodcraft, John Meadows weren't so pleased by any means, because he found
another story told. Where the girl had fainted and dropped in the water on
seeing the Hound was clear to mark; but more than that John discovered,
for all round about was the slot of a big dog with a great pad and claws;
and, as if that weren't enough, the keeper found something else also.
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