She is dead--she is dead!" These things he would say over and over again breathlessly, then he would rest a while, and the trouble would begin again.

"It was not I that did it--no, it was not I.She did it herself!--She plunged it in, deep, deep, deep! You made me a devil!...

Hush! I WILL tell!--I know you--yet--Mercy--Mercy--Falchion--" Yes, it was best that few should enter his cabin.

The ravings of a sick man are not always counted ravings, no more than the words of a well man are always reckoned sane.

At last I got him into a sound sleep, and by that time I was thoroughly tired out.