"O God, save my brother, save him, save him from death," cried Eric, "I cannot live without him.

Oh God! Oh God! Look! look!" he continued, "he has fallen from the cliff with his head on this cursed stone," pointing to the block of quartz, still red with blood-stained hair; "but we must get a doctor.

He is not dead! no, no, no, he _cannot_ be dead.

Take him quickly, and let us row home.

Oh God! why did I ever leave him ?" The boys drew round in a frightened circle, and lifted Vernon's corpse into the boat; and then, while Eric still supported the body, and moaned, and called to him in anguish, and chafed his cold pale brow and white hands, and kept saying that he had fainted and was not dead, the others rowed home with all speed, while a feeling of terrified anxiety lay like frost upon their hearts.
They reached Starhaven, and got into the cart with the lifeless boy, and heard from Wright how the accident had taken place.