"There, there, little one, don't--take on--so about--me. Ain't wuth
it. I be--Say, I feel better--easier. Glad--you spoke--good word to
God--for me. I be--I mean, I think--He'll hear--sech as you. I'm--
off now. Don't--wear--yourself--"

Even in her inexperience she saw that he was dying, and when his
gasping utterance ceased she had so supported his head that it fell
back on her bosom. For a few moments she just cried helplessly,
blinded with tears. Then she felt the burden of his head removed and
herself lifted gently.

"I suspected something like this when you left the table, Miss
Baron," said Dr. Borden.

"Oh, oh, oh, I feel as if he had died for me," she sobbed.

"He would a died for you, miss," said Tom, drawing his sleeve across
his eyes, "so would we all."

"Miss Baron," resumed the doctor gravely, "remember poor Yarry's
last words, 'Don't wear yourself--he couldn't finish the sentence,
but you know what he meant. You must grant the request of one who
tried to do what he could for you. As a physician also I must warn
you to rest until morning. You can do more for these men and others
by first doing as Yarry wished," and he led her away.

They had not gone far before they met Uncle Lusthah. The girl
stopped and said, "Doctor, won't you let Uncle Lusthah bury him to-
morrow down by the run? I'll show him the place."