It might be half an hour before he got into that silver stream.

When the beams fell down upon them he looked at Maggie.

Her head rested on the spar, quite still.

He could not bear it.
"Maggie--dear heart! speak!" With a great effort she was called back from the borders of death by that voice, and opened her filmy eyes, which looked abroad as if she could see nothing nearer than the gleaming lights of Heaven.

She let the lids fall softly again.