body which had been discovered, stripped by the
action of the flood, and buried in sand and stones.

Jerry was there to give his evidence, along with that of others; and,
looking haggard and suffering from mental anxiety, Mr Draycott was
there to give his. The medical man who had been called told of his
examination, and, as there seemed to be no doubt as to the identity, a
verdict was readily returned. Two days later there was a funeral at
Richard Frayne's native place, and the unfortunate lad was laid to his
rest--aged eighteen, people read upon his breastplate--just about the
same time that Mark Frayne was lying upon his back, gazing at the open
window, through which there came the pleasant odour of new-made hay, and
wondering why he was there in bed, while a woman in white cap and apron
was sitting reading.

"I say," he whispered at last; and the nurse started up, smiling.

"Yes?" she said, coming to his bedside.

"Who are you?"

"The nurse. Don't speak, please. You have been ill."

"Oh!" said Mark, "have I? Don't go away!"

"Only for a minute, to send word for somebody to come."

She stepped softly out into the corridor, just as the two pupils who had
witnessed the encounter were coming upstairs.

"Would you mind telling Mrs Frayne that he is quite sensible now?"

"What! Mark Frayne?" cried Sinjohn. "Yes; all right."

The two young men turned and went together to deliver the news.

"Then he is really getting well," said Andrews, in a whisper. "Why,
Sin, if he does, he'll be Sir Mark Frayne!"

"Not while his father lives," said the other. "But only think!--poor
old Dick buried to-day! I wish we could have gone."

"Yes," said Andrews, bitterly. "Poor old Dick!"

"We shall never hear his flute agin!"

CHAPTER TEN.

INTO THE SWIFT WATERS.

"Oh! I wouldn't have done that!"

Of course you would not. No sane lad would ever be led away by his
imagination to be guilty of any folly whatever. No one with a
well-balanced brain would, for a moment, ever dream of being guilty of
an act that would cause him repentance for years. In other words, we
are all of us so thoroughly perfect that we go straight on through life,
laughing at temptations, triumphing over our weakness, and so manly and
confident in our own strength of mind that we continue our life's
journey, never slipping, never stumbling, but bounding along to its
highest point, where we pitch our caps in the air, flap our arms for