“Die? I don’t understand you.”
“Then the Lord be praised, you are not going to die!”
Fred lay wondering, for there came something like a sob from close at hand, though when he tried to turn towards the sound the horrible dizziness came back.
“Samson!”
“Yes, Master Fred.”
“What are you doing there?”
“Blubbering, dear lad, like a great calf as has lost its mother; but it’s only because I’m so glad.”
“But, Samson, what does it all mean?”
“What, don’t you know, my lad?”
“No.”