Come here, girl, and let me look in your eyes, and read your soul.
Cora advanced to the bed. Cahoonshee took her hand and gazed into her eyes.
You have the same form and features—the same eyes and soul of Amy. You differ in name, and in name only, and he fell back on his pillow.
Cora and Drake withdrew a short distance.
I fear, said Cora, that your friend has but a short time to live.
I fear not, replied Drake, sobbing, and the tears running down his cheeks.
She took him by the hand to console him.
You loved this old man as a father?
Yes, more than a father. He has watched over me since the days of my childhood. He has spent days and nights educating me. He has periled his life to save his friends. And I came here at this time to hear his last request. I think he wants to be buried on the Steneykill.