For the first time he uttered words.
"T'ank God, ba gosh!" and ran his hand up over his wet face.
"Where is he ?" She started to her knees affrightedly; then, seeing the twisted, sprawling figure beyond, began to shudder.

"He--he's dead ?" "I don' know," said Poleon, carelessly.

"You feel it purty good now, eh, w'at ?" "Yes--I--he struck me!" The remembrance of what had occurred surged over her, and she buried her face in her hands.

"Oh, Poleon! Poleon! He was a dreadful man." "He don' trouble you no more." "He tried--he--Ugh! I--I'm glad you did it!" She broke down, trembling at her escape, until her selfishness smote her, and she was up and beside him on the instant.

"Are you hurt?
Oh, I never thought of that.
You must be wounded!" The Frenchman felt himself over, and looked down at his limbs for the first time, "No! I guess not," he said, at which Necia noticed his meagre attire, and simultaneously he became conscious of it.