I sent you a man who will bring prosperity to Silverdale." Then he turned to Stimson, and his voice sank almost beyond hearing as he said, "Sergeant, remember, Winston fancied I was dead." He moved his head a trifle, and the doctor stooping over him signed to the rest, who went out except Barrington.
It was some hours later, and very cold, when Barrington came softly into the room where Dane lay half-asleep in a big chair.

The latter glanced at him with a question in his eyes, and the Colonel nodded very gravely.
"Yes," he said.

"He has slipped out of the troopers' hands and beyond our reproaches--but I think the last thing he did will count for a little.".