The phenomenon suggested to Mr.Hamlin a fresh augury.

If in another fifteen minutes another star should fall--He sat there, watch in hand, for twice that time, but the phenomenon was not repeated.
The clock struck two, and Brown still slept.

Mr.Hamlin approached the table and took from his pocket a letter, which he read by the flickering candlelight.

It contained only a single line, written in pencil, in a woman's hand: "Be at the corral, with the buggy, at three." The sleeper moved uneasily, and then awoke.

"Are you there Jack ?" "Yes." "Don't go yet.