Then the strange understanding look passed from the wide eyes, and once more they became human, and the lips were opened.
"Water," they murmured.
Leonard gave him to drink, with one hand holding the pannikin to his brother's mouth and with the other supporting the dying head.

Twice he gulped at it, then with a brusque motion of his wasted arm he knocked the cup aside, spilling the water on the earthen floor.
"Leonard," he said, "you will succeed." "Succeed in what, Tom ?" "You will get the money and Outram--and found the family afresh--but you will not do it alone.

_A woman will help you_." Then his mind wandered a little and he muttered, "How is Jane?
Have you heard from Jane ?" or some such words.
At the mention of this name Leonard's face softened, then once more grew hard and anxious.
"I have not heard of Jane for years, old fellow," he said; "probably she is dead or married.

But I do not understand." "Don't waste time, Leonard," Tom answered, rousing himself from his lethargy.

"Listen to me.