He has returned from his errand of mercy.

Though I can scarcely speak, I hear myself asking for news of the boy.

The holy man crosses himself devoutly.
"May his young soul rest in peace! I found him dead." I am dreamily astonished at this.

Dead--so soon! I cannot understand it; and I drift off again into a state of confused imaginings.

As I look back now to that time, I find I have no specially distinct recollection of what afterward happened to me.