She swallowed the nourishing drink an old Indian nurse forced between her teeth; she even smiled weakly when the missionaries spoke to her; but she said nothing nor seemed to rally from her terrible shock.

A dark shadow lay always before her, conscious of nothing present, living over again her frightful experience.

Again she seemed sunk in dull apathy.
"Dave, we're going to loose Nell.

She's fading slowly," said George, one evening, several days after the girl's return.

"Wetzel said she was unharmed, yet she seems to have received a hurt more fatal than a physical one.