Mr.Winters's wound, although very painful, was not a dangerous one, and after it had been dressed by the skillful hands of the surgeon, he felt well enough to enter into conversation with those around him.
"Now," said Frank, who had been impatiently awaiting an opportunity to talk to his uncle, "I'd like to know what brought you back here last night ?" "I came after the twelve thousand dollars," replied Mr.Winters.

"When I arrived in the city, I learned that Mr.Brown had left there early in the morning to pay us a visit, taking with him the money he owed me.

I wanted to use it immediately, and as I did not know what might happen if it should become known that there was so much money in the house, and no one here to take care of it, I came home; but I should have lost the money after all, if it hadn't been for you, Frank, and I might have lost my life with it; for I believe the villain was in earnest." "I am quite sure he was," said Frank, feeling of his neck, which still bore the marks of the lasso in the shape of a bright red streak.

"If you had stayed away five minutes longer, I should have been hanged.

O, it's a fact!" he added, earnestly, noticing that the doctor looked at him incredulously.