"No; he's hardly alive." "Oh, don't say that," said Meredith.
"I'm afraid Mr.Barrett has to say it," broke in Warren Smith.

"We're up here to see this fellow before he dies, to try and get him to tell what disposal they made of the----" "Ah!" Meredith shivered.

"I believe I'd rather he said the other than to hear you say that." Mr.Horner felt the need of defending a fellow-townsman, and came to the rescue, flushing painfully.

"It's mighty bad, I know," said the sheriff of Carlow, the shadows of his honest, rough face falling in a solemn pattern; "I reckon we hate to say it as much as you hate to hear it; and Warren really didn't get the word out.

It's stuck in our throats all day; and I don't recollect as I heard a single man say it before I left our city this morning.