Suddenly his eye lit up with an intelligent light, and a half smile hovered round his lips, as he said: "Oh no, I am not afraid of you, Jane, but what has happened? what am I lying here for?—Ah! ah! my arm, I cannot move it," said he, as a sharp pain ran through his shoulder, when he attempted to raise himself.
"Do not attempt it," said Jane, laying her hand on his to keep him quiet, as he again stirred. "You are very ill, and your life depends on your keeping quiet. You must neither move nor talk much."
"Then I have not been dreaming; a wolf has——"
"Yes, you have been dreaming; there is nothing here, except myself, and I really think, I frighten you, and will have to go away."
"Oh, no, do not: but I am quite sure I did see a great black——"
"Hush! hush! if you talk so strange, you will frighten me. There is, nor has been nothing here. Come, now, don't you feel better. I am sure you do; you look like yourself again. Here are some delicious blackberries, cool and juicy, try one," she said, putting one to his lips.
"Delicious, give me more. But Jane, I am quite sure there was a monstrous black——"
"Come, if you do not stop such nonsense, I will give you no more berries," said Jane, gaily.
"Well, then, I will, yet I saw his great, shaggy——"
"I tell you, Sidney, you dreamed; and, as dreams all go by the rule of contrary, I presume you never will see one. Come, you must sleep now—not another word," and she playfully placed her hand over his mouth to enforce her command.