"
"I seen him--I swear I seen him!" Uncle Henry's eyes were almost popping
from his head. "Why didn't someone do something? Why didn't they see what
he saw? Oh, to be able to walk, and not sit forever like a dried mummy in
this chair!
"But how could he have moved?" "Red" exclaimed. "He's dead, I say!"
"I don't know how he could!" Uncle Henry cried, "but he did! Look at him!"
He could scarcely control himself now.
"Maybe Lopez didn't kill him after all," "Red" said, and knelt down to
examine Pell's body again.
"Now don't tell me that!" Uncle Henry yelled. "Ain't we got trouble enough
here without him comin' back?" He could have stood any calamity, it seemed,
but the return to life of this wretched Morgan Pell.
"By golly!" "Red" exclaimed, on his knees, his hand on Pell's white face.
"Was I right?" Uncle Henry said.
"Red" rose slowly. His voice was almost a whisper. "He's alive!" he
breathed.
Gilbert, who had not taken Uncle Henry's word seriously, could not doubt
"Red's" verdict.
"Alive!" he said. "Oh, it can't be!"
For the first time Lucia moved. Her lips opened. "Alive!" she managed to
say. Again the world crumbled for her.
"It was only a flesh wound," "Red" said.
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