body"--

"Edward!" gasped Zoe. "Drive us there, Uncle Ben, drive with all your
might! O Edward, my husband, my husband!" and she burst into hysterical
weeping.

Ella threw her arms about her. "Don't, dear Zoe, oh, don't cry so! He
may not be hurt. He may not have been on that train at all."

Ben had already turned and whipped up his horses, and now they dashed
along the road at a furious rate.

Zoe dropped her head on Ella's shoulder, answering only with tears and
sobs and moans, till the carriage came to a sudden stand-still.

"We's got dar, Miss Zoe," said Uncle Ben, in a subdued tone full of
grief and sympathy.

She lifted her head; and her eye instantly fell upon a little group,
scarcely a yard distant, consisting of several men, among whom she
recognized Dr. Conly, gathered about an apparently insensible form lying
on the ground.

Ella and Ben saw it too. She suddenly caught the reins from his hands:
he sprang from the carriage, and, lifting Zoe in his strong arms as if
she had been but a child, set her on her feet, and supported her to the
side of the prostrate man; the little crowd respectfully making way for
her, at the words spoken by Ben in a voice half choked with emotion,
"Hit's Marse Ed'ard's wife, gen'lemen."