is made. I think I can manage him best alone," said
Jane, as she commenced bathing his temples with water.

Slowly his eyes again opened, and as they rested on her, she smiled
softly, as she said in gentle tones; "You know me, surely, Sidney,
don't you?"--and then she added, after a moment's pause, "there is no
one else around, but me, and I do not frighten you, do I?"

Suddenly his eye lit up with an intelligent light, and a half smile
hovered round his lips, as he said: "Oh no, I am not afraid of you,
Jane, but what has happened? what am I lying here for?--Ah! ah! my arm,
I cannot move it," said he, as a sharp pain ran through his shoulder,
when he attempted to raise himself.

"Do not attempt it," said Jane, laying her hand on his to keep him
quiet, as he again stirred. "You are very ill, and your life depends on
your keeping quiet. You must neither move nor talk much."

"Then I have not been dreaming; a wolf has----"

"Yes, you have been dreaming; there is nothing here, except myself, and
I really think, I frighten you, and will have to go away."

"Oh, no, do not: but I am quite sure I did see a great black----"

"Hush! hush! if you talk so strange, you will frighten me. There is,
nor has been nothing here. Come, now, don't you feel better. I am sure
you do; you look like yourself again. Here are some delicious
blackberries, cool and juicy, try one," she said, putting one to his
lips.

"Delicious, give me more. But Jane, I am quite sure there was a
monstrous black----"

"Come, if you do not stop such nonsense, I will give you no more
berries," said Jane, gaily.

"Well, then, I will, yet I saw his great, shaggy----"

"I tell you, Sidney, you dreamed; and, as dreams all go by the rule of
contrary, I presume you never will see one. Come, you must sleep
now--not another word," and she playfully placed her hand over his
mouth to enforce her command.

It was the tenth day, since he was hurt, and the first that he had
showed consciousness--and tremblingly the young girl watched his
slumbers, fearing lest, when he awoke, the delirium would return. If it
did not, he was certainly improving, and he would live. If it did--she
shuddered to think of the probable consequences. Long and quietly he
slept, and when he opened his eyes, he turned them quietly to the
watcher, and observed:

"I think, Jane, I did dream of the wolf, for I have been dreaming of
him again, and this time I thought I killed him; and as I know