9/16 "D'ye think he'll get him out ?" "Maybe he will, my lass. He's a man that knows what he's doing. I'll say so much for him." "Nay!" added the mason sorrowfully. "Th' ice 'll never hold him--his hand's in--and there goes his knee. Maester! maester!" he shouted, "come off! come off!" and many a voice besides mine echoed him, "Come off! come off!" The girl got John Binder by the arm, and said hoarsely, "Fetch him off! He's a reight good 'un--over good to be drownded, if--if it's of no use." And she sat down on the bank, and pulled her mill-shawl over her head, and cried as I had never seen any one cry before. |