“Dying!” she repeated, tasting the sweetness of the word. Then, suddenly:
“How do you know? Where did you see him?”
She saw his face harden with hatred.
“Wully, are you sure he’s dying? He isn’t dead yet?”
“He’s dying all right!”
After a moment she exclaimed:
“But how did you find him?”
“Somebody told me just as I was ready to start home.”
“Oh, that man! I saw that man speaking to you. How did he know to tell you?”
“They were looking for someone to take him out home.”