Mrs.Bates is not so well to-day." "Not so well! Her ate a rare good breakfast for a sick 'un!" Bates was recovering from the shock, and prepared once more to take an interest in the minor features of existence.

Among these he counted ability to eat as a sure sign of continued well-being in man or beast.
Grant, too, was slowly regaining poise.
"I hardly know what I am saying," he muttered.

"At any rate, bring a rug.
I'll mount guard till you return with the policeman.

There can be no doubt, I suppose, that this poor creature is dead." "Dead as a stone," said Bates with conviction.

"Why, her's bin in there hours," and he nodded toward the water.