After a little Alan said, with the fear which he could not name clutching at his heart, "Why did you say Graham might not be far away ?" "In my bones," replied Stampede, his face hard as rock again.

"In my bones!" "Is that all ?" "Not quite.

I think Rossland told her.

She was so white.

And her hand cold as a lump of clay when she put it on mine.