But he managed to say to Jim, when we got up-- 'You have saved my child's life, James Marston, and if I forget the service may God in that hour forget me.

You are a noble fellow.

You must allow me to show my gratitude in some way.' 'You needn't thank me so out and out as all that, Mr.Falkland,' said Jim, standing up very straight and looking at the father first, and then at Miss Falkland, who was pale and trembling, not altogether from fear, but excitement, and trying to choke back the sobs that would come out now and then.

'I'd risk life and limb any day before Miss Falkland's finger should be scratched, let alone see her killed before my eyes.

I wonder if there's anything left of the mare, poor thing; not that she don't deserve it all, and more.' Here we all walked forward to the deep creek bank.