Where is my husband ?" interrupted Mrs.
Cromwell.
"I was going to tell you.

We started for--for----" The man gasped for breath.

"It's my head.

We started for the coast, when the people living there who had seen the stone chest, got together and--oh!" The sufferer fell back in a spasm of pain, from which it was almost impossible to revive him.

At last he spoke again.
"He was made a prisoner, and;--water, or I die--I can't drink--it is growing dark--the papers in my pocket are for you--and may Heaven forgive me!" The man leaped almost to his feet, then fell back in another spasm.