But life was surely there, and with a hasty glance about to assure me that I was unobserved, I ran to the lake shore.

I returned with hat full of water, with which I thoroughly drenched him, rubbing his numbed hands fiercely, and thumping his chest until at last the closed eyes partially opened, and he looked up into my anxious face, gasping painfully for breath.

His lips moved as I lifted his head in my arms; and I bent lower, not certain but he was dying and had some last message he would whisper in my ear.
"Wayland," he faltered feebly, "is this you?
Lord, how my head aches! Send Sam to me with the hand-mirror and the perfumed soap." "Hush!" I answered, almost angry at his flippant utterance.

"Sam is no doubt dead, and you and I alone are spared of all the company.

Do you suffer greatly?
Think you it would be possible to walk ?" "I have much pain here in the side," he said slowly, "and am yet weak from loss of blood.