“Kill him?” said Mary, hoarsely, for her brother did not end his sentence.
“Yes.”
“You must set him ashore, of course.”
“Yes, of course. And then?”
“I don’t know, Abel. I wanted to help you to escape, and you have escaped. You must do the rest.”
“You’re a brave, true girl,” said Abel, enthusiastically; but he was again checked shortly.
“Don’t say that,” cried Mary, in an angry tone.
“What’s she mean?” thought Bart; and he lay back wondering, while the boat glided on, and there was a long pause, for Abel ceased speaking, and when his deep breathing took Bart’s attention and he leaned forward and touched him there was no response.
“Why, he’s fallen asleep, Mary!” said Bart, in a whisper.
“Hush, Bart don’t call me that!” came from the prow.