"Whatever can be done to save his life we shall do. All the good people of Cleverdale are praying for his recovery; let us hope their prayers may be answered, but as his physician I cannot speak encouragingly. He is a noble fellow, and I hope and pray it may be God's will to spare his life."
Bravely the two women repressed their grief, for both saw the necessity of great fortitude. The physician withdrew, and Belle and Fannie re-entered the sick-room, when Alden opened his eyes and in a low tone said:
"Belle, you look tired and anxious—are my injuries serious?"
"Yes, George, you are badly injured."
"Is there any possibility of my recovery?"
"We hope for the best, for oh! we could not spare you."
"By the anxiety on your faces, I feel my condition is very serious," he said feebly. "Oh, Belle, I wish you were my wife."
A shadow of deep pain crossed his features.
"Would you be happier were I your wife?" Belle asked.
"Happier! If I am to die I should be resigned to go and wait with outstretched arms for you to join me."