“I know it well,” said the Mole. “But why should Otter choose to watch there?”

“Well, it seems that it was there he gave Portly his first swimming-lesson,” continued the Rat. “From that shallow, gravelly spit near the bank. And it was there he used to teach him fishing, and there young Portly caught his first fish, of which he was so very proud. The child loved the spot, and Otter thinks that if he came wandering back from wherever he is⁠—if he is anywhere by this time, poor little chap⁠—he might make for the ford he was so fond of; or if he came across it he’d remember it well, and stop there and play, perhaps. So Otter goes there every night and watches⁠—on the chance, you know, just on the chance!”

They were silent for a time, both thinking of the same thing⁠—the lonely, heart-sore animal, crouched by the ford, watching and waiting, the long night through⁠—on the chance.