"Soon as we wash and bathe his head, cool his temperature, he'll be all right." "Oh!" cried Miss Sampson, and dropped to her knees, flinging her gloves aside.

She lifted Steele's head into her lap.

When I saw her tears falling upon his face I felt worse than a villain.

She bent over him for a moment, and one of the tender hands at his cheeks met the flow of fresh blood and did not shrink.

"Sally," she said, "bring the scarf out of my coat.