She ran forward with a cry.
Morgan rose, stammering.

She pushed him aside and dropped beside Dan.
A broad white bandage circled his head.

His face was almost as pale as the cloth.

Her touches went everywhere over that cold face, and she moaned little syllables that had no meaning.

He lived, but it seemed to her that she had found him at the legended gates of death.
"Miss Kate!" said Morgan desperately.
"You murderer!" "You don't think that _I_ did that ?" "It happened in your place--you had given Dad your word!" Still she did not turn her head.
"Won't you hear me explain?
He's jest in a sort of a trance.