smoothing down the widow's hair as her head rested on
his breast.
For some time Mrs. Varley suffered the boy to fondle
her in silence, while her breast laboured with anxious
dread.
"Tell me all," she said at last, recovering a little.
"Did Jim see--Dick?"
"No," answered the boy. "He looked at all the
bodies, but did not find his; so he sent me over here to
tell ye that p'r'aps he's escaped."