'No, my boy,' said Mr.
St.Clare, 'I shall be back in an hour.' Tom sat down on the verandah to wait till his master came home.

While he waited, he fell asleep.
Presently he was awakened by loud knocking, and the sound of voices at the gate.
He ran to open it.
Several men were there carrying a load.

It was Mr.St.Clare.He had been hurt in an accident, and was dying.
Very gently they laid him on a sofa.

Nothing could be done.

In a short time he had gone to join his little Eva..