He had carried in his hand the old satchel which contained the wine purchased by Mr.Schulte, and which had been consigned to his care on leaving the depot, and as he fell unconscious the satchel dropped from his nerveless grasp upon the floor.
Recovering quickly, he stared wildly around.

"What has happened, William, what is the matter ?" inquired Samuel.
"Oh, Mr.Schulte, he is killed, he is killed!" "Where is he now ?" "Down in the woods by the railroad," cried Bucholz.

"We must go and find him." Meanwhile the female members of the family had stood wonder-stricken at the sudden appearance of Bucholz, and the fearful information which he conveyed.
"How did it happen ?" inquired Samuel Waring.
"Oh, Sammy," exclaimed Bucholz, "I don't know.

When we left the station, Mr.Schulte gave me the satchel to carry, and we walked along the track.

I was walking ahead.