One of the shanty men might have dropped a box of fulminates.

Poor fellow,--he never knew; they could find nothing of him," Jack whispered behind his hand so Ruth would not hear.
"But when did you get out of bed ?" continued Peter.

He was less anxious now.
Jack looked at Ruth and again lowered his voice; the sound of the carriage preventing its hoarse notes from reaching her ears.
"About half an hour ago, sir; they don't know I have gone, but I didn't want anybody to frighten Miss Ruth.

I don't look so bad, do I?
I fixed myself up as well as I could.

I have got on Bolton's hat; I couldn't get mine over the bandages.