Donald, the poor master's side was crushed in, and both legs splintered.

I knew at once he was dying, when I carried him to the grass and laid him down; and he knew it, too.

Yes, the master knew he was done; and him so young and happy, and just about to be married to--to--the name escapes me, lad!" His voice sank to a low mumble, and he closed his eyes wearily.
The watchers at his side stood still and waited.

It might be that death had overtaken the poor fellow.

But no; he moved again, and opened his eyes, continuing his speech in a stronger tone.
"It was hard work to get the paper for Master Tom," he said; "but he swore he must have it before he died.