of the wreck.

"That's the very chair he was sittin' in, when Luke Jones come in with
the word that men were needed. He started right off with Luke soon as he
could get into his oil-skins, for 'twas stormin' to beat the band. But he
didn't go fur. Almost no time it seemed like, he was comin' into the
house agin, and he went into that bedroom there, and shet the door behind
him. That of itself ought to 'uv made me know something out of the usual
was beginnin' to happen, for he never done such a thing before. A few
minutes later he came out with an old rifle that him and Dan Darcy used
to carry around in the dunes for target shootin' and he set it right down
in that corner by the chimney jamb.

"'First time anybody passes this way goin' down ito Fishburn Court,' he
says, 'I wish you'd send this along to Uncle Dan'l. It's his by rights,
and he'd ought a had it long ago.'

"An' them was his last words to me, except as he pulled the door to after
him he called 'Good-bye Pop, if I don't see you agin.'

"I don't know when he'd done such a thing before as to say good-bye when
he went out, and I've often wondered over it sence, could he 'a had any
warnin' that something was goin' to happen to him?"

Georgina gazed at the picture in the newspaper long and curiously. It had
been copied from a faded tin-type, but even making allowances for that
Emmett didn't look as she imagined a hero should, nor did it seem
possible it could be the man Belle had talked about. She wished she
hadn't seen it. It dimmed the glamor of romance which seemed to surround
him like a halo. Hearing about him in the magical moonlight she had