'A moment, master—a little moment,' whispered Hoosanee.
'Try him with your drink!' said Tom.
It was put to his lips; but he could not swallow. Stooping over him, Hoosanee heard him murmuring the name of his God. 'It is very near,' he said.
In the next instant the poor creature started up. 'Missy Grace!' he cried out. 'Missy Grace!'
Tom groaned. 'He knows something. Make him speak. The secret will die with him!' he sobbed.
'Master,' said Hoosanee solemnly, 'the secret is at your feet.'
For, with the sudden movement, the clenched hand had relaxed, the fingers had fallen open, and the paper they contained had rolled out upon the ground.