"I don't believe I could find them, even if I had plenty of time.

As it is, I don't dare stay away from Mr.
Balfour any longer.

I'm afraid he's a very sick man, with a slim chance of ever pulling through." So Cabot, after an absence of several hours, turned back towards the snug shelter so providentially provided for him, and for which he was just then more grateful than he could express.

He was thinking of the many wonders of the place when he reached its door; but, as he opened it and stepped inside the room, he was greeted by a greater surprise than he had yet encountered.

Nothing was changed about the interior, and the wounded man lay as Cabot had left him, but with the appearance of the latter he exclaimed: "Thank God, dear lad, that you have come back to me! It seemed as though I should go crazy if left alone a minute longer." Cabot stared in amazement.