She restrained the exclamation of delight which arose to her lips, and tried to catch the one faint word he uttered: "Water ?" She gently raised his head, her cheeks flushing, and held a glass of lemonade to his lips.

A faint smile thanked her; and then his eyes closed, and he was asleep again.

Kate sank down on her knees by the bedside, grateful tears falling from her eyes, to thank God for the life that would be spared.
From that evening the young man rallied fast.
The Doctor, who came from Montreal every day to see him, said it was all owing to his superb constitution and wondrous vitality.

But he was very, very weak.

It was days and days before he was strong enough to think, or speak, or move.