At the expiration of about two hours, he was aroused by the excruciating anguish of his sore.

He had again become delirious, and raved as before about coffins, corpses, graves, and other loathsome matters.

Seeing, from his altered looks and the livid and gangrenous appearance which the tumour had assumed, that his end was not far off, Judith resolved not to lose a moment, but to try the effect of a sudden surprise.

Accordingly, she bent down her head, and shouted in his ear, "What has become of your treasure, Matthew ?" The plan succeeded to a miracle.

The dying man instantly raised himself.
"My treasure!" he echoed with a yell that made the vault ring again.
"Well thought on! I have not secured it.