"I don't think Frank is dead," answered Mrs. Craven.
"Not think he is dead? I wish there were any chance of your being right, but I cannot encourage you in such a delusion. There is, unhappily, no chance of the poor boy surviving such a fearful accident."
"You may call it foolish, if you will, Mr. Craven, but I have a presentiment that he is alive."
"But, my dear, it is impossible."
"Katy thinks so, too."
Mr. Craven shrugged his shoulders.
"I wish it were true, but there is no hope. You saw my friend's letter?"
"Yes."
"He said there was no hope."
"He thought so. I am firmly convinced that Frank is alive."