It was before, when Flower wanted to get up,
and crawl away and tell, because he thought he was going to die."
"Was Flower down there with him?"
"Yes; that's why Monty and I put the big stones on the trap."
"Flower was hert, wesn't he, shot in the beck, I think?"
"Yes; he crawled in all the way on his hands and knees, and I helped his
wife to tie him up, till the doctor came, the morning that I found
Steevy."
"How do you know thet Stephen wes esleep?"
"He told me."
"_Deminus Coristinus, mulier non est responsibilis pro suis ectionibus.
Facit et credit omnia qua mendet enimel mertuus._"
"_Eheu domine!_" replied the lawyer; "_sic est vita dolorosa!_"
Bridesdale was all lit up, and the front door was open to receive the
soaked wayfarers, but no one could be induced to enter it. Mr. Terry
asked Honoria to leave his dry suit and a pair of shoes at the kitchen,
when he would take them to the carriage house, and change there. The
lawyer and the detective had no dry suit, so Mrs. Carruthers brought
them some of her husband's clothes, and two umbrellas, under which they
carried their bundles, wrapped in bath towels, to the place the veteran
had chosen.
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