A convulsion passed over the boy, but he revived again.
"Have faith in Heaven," said Gretchen. "There is One above that will save you."
"One above that will save me! Are you sure?"
"Yes," said Gretchen.
She added:
"Mother is sorry for what she said to you."
"I am sorry," said the boy, pathetically.
He was lost again in spasms of pain. When he revived, Marlowe Mann had come. The boy lifted his eyes to his beloved teacher vacantly; then the light of intelligence came back to them, and he knew him.
"I can't go," he said. "We shall never go to the lakes of the honks together. Boston tilicum, I am going to die; I am going away like my brothers—where?"
It was near the gray light of the morning, and a flock of wild geese were heard trumpeting in the air. The boy heard the sound, and started.