They were eagerly curious, boiling over with excitement; but, to give them their due, they were earnestly anxious to afford any aid in their power, and contended who should take turn at bearing that wet burden.

Not one but felt sorely grieved for Rachel.

Even Nancy was subdued to meekness, as she sped on to be one of the busiest in preparing remedies; and old Roy, though somewhat inclined to regard it in the light of a judgment upon proud Rachel for slighting his son, felt some twinges of pitying regret.
"I have knowed cases where people, dead from drownding, have been restored to life," said Roy, as they walked along.
"That you never have," replied Dr.West.

"The _apparently_ dead have been restored; the dead, never." Panting, breathless, there came up one as they reached Verner's Pride.
He parted the crowd, and threw himself almost upon Rachel with a wild cry.

He caught up her cold, wet face, and passing his hands over it, bent down his warm cheek upon it.
"Who has done it ?" he sobbed.