They aren't finding anything at the pond, are they?"
"No. But they like doing it. Something off their minds when
they can say they've done it."
Bill, deep in his book, looked up and said "Yes," and went back
to it again. He was just getting to the place.
"What's the book?" said Cayley, coming up to him. Out of the
corner of his eye he glanced at the shelf of sermons as he came.
Bill saw that glance and wondered. Was there anything there to
give away the secret?
"I was just looking up a quotation," he drawled. "Tony and I had
a bet about it. You know that thing about--er water, water
everywhere, and--er--not a drop to drink." (But what on earth,
he wondered to himself, were they betting about?)
"'Nor any drop to drink,' to be accurate."
Bill looked at him in surprise. Then a happy smile came on his
face.
"Quite sure?" he said.
"Of course."
"Then you've saved me a lot of trouble. That's, what the bet was
about." He closed the book with a slam, put it back in its
shelf, and began to feel for his pipe and tobacco.
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