“No, mam. Or--yes, mam. Or--we did n't divide it. I got one half an' Swatty an' Bony got one half. I got a dollar an' a half an' they only got a dollar an' a half for both of them. Because I was the one that thought of gettin' it back from Moses, an' I was the one that sold it to pop. So I got half.” “And you went and planned that all out beforehand, in cold blood--like--like criminals?” “No, mam,” said Lem faintly. “The' was n't nothin' planned out about dividin'; not beforehand. I had to fight 'em for it, afterward. I licked 'em, an' they let me have half.” Henrietta Bates, had it not been for the way in which Miss Susan was taking all this, might have laughed, although her own situation and her morning talk with Freeman Todder had left her little inclination to laughter. Miss Susan, however, was taking the affair with deadly seriousness, and it was not an occasion when a laugh could lessen the tension. Miss Susan stood motionless, looking toward the street, her fingers wrinkling the hem of her apron. When she spoke her voice was hard. “Take him along,” she said, not looking at Lem. “I'm through with him. I don't want to have aught to do with a thief.” “Oh! Miss Susan!” Lorna exclaimed. “He's only a boy!” “He's a thief; I'm through with him,” Miss Susan repeated, and turned to enter the house. Schulig stepped forward. Lem looked then, not at Gay, not at Lorna, not at his father, not even at his aunt or at Schulig, but at Henrietta Bates, and in his eyes was an appeal. “I don't want to go to jail,” he said pitifully. “Don't be afraid; you'll not be there long, Lem,” Henrietta said, and as her heart bled for him she stooped to wrap her arms around him. The boy's eyes fastened on her face eagerly as if they could not leave it. He swayed slightly and closed his eyes. “Look out! He's falling!” Lorna cried, and Henrietta caught him in her arms as he fell, and lowered him to the porch floor. “He's fainted!” Gay exclaimed, and bent to help Henrietta. The boy's face was white as death, and his eyes were closed, but his head did not droop and he seemed to breathe. Gay, taking his hand to chafe it, looked up in alarm. “Why--why--he's all stiff!” she exclaimed. “He's dead!” Lorna, too, was on her knees at Lem's feet now, and Miss Susan, her face now white with fright, was grasping the boy's other hand and crying, “Lem! Lem!” Henrietta, calm, as one might have known she would be, bent forward and raised one of Lem's eyelids. It remained open and the uncovered eye stared glassily. She gently closed the eyelid and arose. “He is not dead and he has not fainted,” she said. “I have seen such cases before. It is a cataleptic fît, I think. Has he ever had them before?” she asked Harvey. “He ain't, but his ma used to,” said Harvey. “You see!” Henrietta said. “I think you had better put him to bed, Miss Susan, and you had better send for a doctor. His heart is strong and I am sure there is no danger. He may be thus for an hour or a week.”