It was the dog," Alfred made haste to answer.
They carried the dripping form to the house, where the door was opened by Mrs.Zane.
"Oh, dear, another poor man," she said, pityingly.

Then, as she saw his face, "Great Heavens, it is Isaac! Oh! don't say he is dead!" "Yes, it is Isaac, and he is worth any number of dead men yet," said Colonel Zane, as they laid the insensible man on the couch.

"Bessie, there is work here for you.

He has been shot." "Is there any other wound beside this one in his arm ?" asked Mrs.
Zane, examining it.
"I do not think so, and that injury is not serious.

It is lose of blood, exposure and starvation.