Harry Bennett might go," said Silas.

"How is he, Bessie ?" "He is dead," answered Mrs.Zane.
Wetzel made a motion with his hands and turned away.

A short, intense silence followed this indication of hopelessness from him.
The women understood, for some of them covered their faces, while others sobbed.
"I will go." It was Betty's voice, and it rang clear and vibrant throughout the room.

The miserable women raised their drooping heads, thrilled by that fresh young voice.

The men looked stupefied.