Wish me joy, lad, for the long period of our separation is ended.

Good-night, good-bye, God bless you!" With this final utterance, he again lapsed into silence, closed his eyes, and seemed to sleep.

Several times during that night Cabot stole softly to his patient's bedside, but the latter was always asleep, and he would not disturb him.

Only in the morning, when daylight revealed the marble-like repose of feature, did he know that a glad reunion of long parted lovers had been effected, and that it was he who was left alone.
Although the position in which our lad now found himself was a very trying one, he had anticipated and planned for it.

He had no boards with which to make a coffin, but there was plenty of stout canvas, and in a double thickness of this he sewed the body of his friend.