He rolled over on his face, straightened himself, and slid to the edge.

He clutched the gutter, hung a moment, and dropped some fifteen feet upon the hard pavement.

For a moment the shock stunned him.

Then, as he lay, he was aware of Billy, who cried, "He's dead! he's dead!" and ran to the house, where he met Mrs.Ann and Leila on the porch.

"He's killed--he's dead!" "Who?
Who ?" they cried.
"Mr.John, he's dead!" As Billy ran, the dead got his wits about him, sat up, and, hearing Billy howling, got on his feet.