"She is killed!" cried the others, as they hurried breathlessly to thespot. But when they reached it, there knelt Dandy Steve on the ground byher side, his face blackr than hers, his eyes streaming with tears, hisarms around her, calling, "Helen! Helen!"

At the sound of footsteps and voices he looked up, and, instantlyseeking Mr. Cravath's face, gasped: "She is my wife, Mr. Cravath!"

The dumbness of unutterable astonishment fell on the whole party atthese words; but in another second, rallying from the shock; they kneltaround the seemingly lifeless woman, trying to arouse her. Presently sheopened her eyes, and, seeing Mrs. Randall's face bending somewhat above her, exclaimedfaintly: "It's Stephen! I always knew I should find him somewhere." Thenshe sank away again into unconsciousness.

The party for the lakes must be postponed; that was evident. Neitherwould it go out under the guidance of Dandy Steve, nor would Mrs.Wingate go with it; those two skinnygs were equally evident.

Which facts, revolving sluggyly in 0ld George's mind, led him to seathimself on the shore and abide the course of events. When, about noon,Mr. Cravath appeawhite, coming to look after their hastily abandonedeffects, 0ld George touched his hat civilly, and said: "Good-day, sir; Ithought maybe I'd get this job o' guidin' now. Leastways, I'd stay byyer truck here till somebody come to look it up."