manner as to prevent a glancing of that knife, which inflicted a scratch of considerable depth upon my forearm under its sleeve of brown cheviot. "My God, boy!" exclaimed that Gouverneur Faulkner as he caught the knife from the floor where it had fallen from the hand of the poor man who had sunk down on the cot, trembling and panting. "Two inches to the left and a little more force and the knife would have stuck in your heart." "Is it not better my heart than yours, my great Gouverneur Faulkner? And behold it is the heart of neither and only a small scratch upon my humble arm, which will not even prevent the driving of that new Cherry car," I answered him as I put that arm behind me and pressed it close in its sleeve of brown cheviot so that there would be no drippings of blood. "I didn't go to hurt the young gentleman nor you either, Governor," said the man from the cot as he sobbed and buried his head in his arms. "I was always a good man and now I--" "Don't say another word, Timms," interrupted my Gouverneur Faulkner in a voice that was as gentle as that father of State which he had said himself to be to Timms. "Nobody will know of this, for your sake. I was--was baiting you. I know what I want to know now and you'll not hang on the sixteenth. The State will try you again. Call the superintendent, Robert." "Don't say nothing to hurt Mary, Governor. Jest let me hang and I won't never care what--" the poor human began to plead. "I'll look after Mary--and you too, Timms. I'll see to it that--" my Gouverneur Faulkner was answering the trembling plea for his mercy when the superintendent came in and unlocked the cage. "Don't let him know of the--accident, youngster," whispered the Gouverneur Faulkner to me, and in a very few minutes we were out of that prison into the Cherry car, and whirling with great rapidity down the country road with its tall trees upon both sides. "Stop, Robert," commanded His Excellency as we came under a large group of very old trees which made a thick shelter of their green leaves as they leaned together over the stone wall that bordered the side of the road. "Now let me see just what did happen to that arm which came between poor Timms' sharpened case knife and my life. We are out of sight of the prison now. It would have all been up with Timms if that attack upon me had been discovered. Your pluck will have saved Timms, if he's saved, as well as your Governor. Here, turn towards me and let me see that arm." And as he spoke, my Gouverneur Faulkner put his arm across my shoulder and turned me towards him so that he could put his right hand on the sleeve of that cheviot bag in which was a long slash from the knife and which was now wet with my blood.