I tore along the crooked paths and the winding road, up through the bazaar, past the church and the narrow causeway beyond to the hotel.

I found him still smoking and reading the paper.
"Well ?" said he cheerfully, for the morning sun had dispelled the doubts of the night.
"My dear friend," I said, "Miss Westonhaugh wants to see you immediately." "How?
What?
Of course; I will go at once, but how did you know ?" "Wait a minute, Isaacs; she is not well at all--in fact, she is quite ill." "What's the matter--for God's sake--Why, Griggs, man, how white you are--O my God, my God--she is dead!" I seized him quickly in my arms or he would have thrown himself on the ground.
"No," I said, "she is not dead.

But, my dear boy, she is dying.

I do not believe she will live till this evening.

Therefore get to horse and ride there quickly, before it is too late." Isaacs was a brave man, and of surpassing strength to endure.