M.Letourneur almost had a smile upon his lips, as he drew forth the last paper but one, and with a firm, unfaltering voice, marvelous for his age, unfolded it slowly, and read the name of Dowlas.

The carpenter gave a yell of relief as he heard the word.
M.Letourneur took the last bit of paper from the hat, and without looking at it, tore it to pieces.

But, unperceived by all but myself, one little fragment flew into a corner of the raft.

I crawled towards it and picked it up.

On one side of it was written Andr--; the rest of the word was torn away.