"I trust so," Adah answered, her own heart going silently up to the Giver of life and health, asking, if it were possible, that her noble friend might be spared.
Old Sam, too, with streaming eyes, stole out to his bethel by the spring, and prayed for the dear "Massah Hugh" lying so still at Spring Bank, and insensible to all the prayers going up in his behalf.
How terrible that deathlike stupor was, and the physician, when later in the afternoon he came again, shook his head sadly.
"I'd rather see him rave till it took ten men to hold him," he said, feeling the wiry pulse, which was now beyond his count.
"Is there nothing that will arouse him?" Alice asked, "no name of one he loves more than another?"
The doctor answered "no; love for womankind, save as he feels it for his mother or his sister, is unknown to Hugh Worthington."
Alice said softly, lest she should be heard:
"Hugh, shall I call Golden Haired?"
"Yes, yes, oh, yes," and the heavy lids unclosed at once, while the eyes, in which there was no ray of consciousness, looked wistfully into the lustrous blue orbs above him.
"Are you the Golden Haired?" and he laid his hand caressingly over the shining tresses just within his reach.