“True—and I fear it will be fatal!” said Roughgrove, in alarm, as he held the unresisting wrist of the panting youth.
“Fear not,” said Glenn; “God directs all things. This violent illness, too, may in the end be a blessing. Let us do all in our power to restore him to health, and leave the rest to Him. I was once an ardent student of medicine, and the knowledge I acquired may be of some avail.”
“I will pray for his recovery,” said Mary, bowing down at the foot of the bed.
“I will pray for his recovery,” said Mary, bowing down at the foot of the bed.
“Dod—I mean—Joe, it’s most daylight,” said Sneak, rising up and rubbing his eyes.
“Well, what if it is? what are you waking me up for?” replied Joe, turning over on his rude pallet.
“Why, I’m going home.”
“Well, clear out them.”
“But you’ll have to get up and shut the gate after me”