"'Then Fat George chime in, "'Let him be, boys,' says he, in a fainty kind of a voice. 'He only done what he ought.' And he goes off in a sort of a croak, "'It ain't been all my fault, my God,' says he. 'You made me that way, only You knows why.' "And Red Beard chime in usky from underneath somewhere, "'That's it, ole pal,' he says. 'It's for Him as made, us to explain us.' "And I reck'n he pop off and the fat chap too.'" II "Then he groan, does the Genelman." The Parson groaned too. Knapp lifted his face. "Ah," said he. "And fancy me layin there listenin, just the thick of the door a-tween us." He stared at the hands upon his knees. "I made shift to get on my legs, but lor bless you! I couldn't stir. It was all, 'O my God, send a thunder-bolt and put him out of his pain!' "Then he groan again. "At that old Pipes--I'd thought he were gone--layin back in his chair, ead all anyhow:-- "'Jack,' he says usky, 'is that the Genelman?' "'May the Lord ave mercy on im!' I cries. 'It's im. He's dyin for us, Mr. Piper--dyin slow.' "'So did Jesus,' says he, calm as you please. "'But can't we do nothin, my God?' I cries. "'Nothin,' says he, sleepy-like. 'I'm dyin; you're done. God is our ope and strength.' "'Can't you pray, Mr. Piper?' I begs him. 'You're a good un at that. Ave a go at em,' I says. 'Maybe they'd listen to you. Sure-ly they can't set by and see a genelman like that chaw'd up in cold blood.' "He didn't answer. But I could see his head pitch forward a bit. And I hears a kind of a mutter. "Then he stops, and I could see he were listenin, "'Go it, Mr. Piper,' I says. 'Go it. Pitch it in. You're workin em. Pray! pray! pray!' "'I ave prayed,' says he. 'Here's the answer.' "Then I sat up. And well I might. I could hear it comin meself--low and far, and all the while a-growin like a mutter o thunder. It made me shake to hear it--not being brought up religious like. "Then there was a rushin and a roarin, and the earth shook, and h'all of a sudden h'out of the whirlwind a great voice ollaed:-- "'Tally-ho! forrad!--mush em up, boys, and no Woody quarter!' "'Your prayer is eard, Mr. Piper,' says I. 'It's a Jedgement on em.' "'My prayer is eard,' says pore old Pipea. 'It's the orse-dragoons.' "Then his ead loll sideways, and he was h'off again." CHAPTER LXXXIV THE COTTAGE I Knapp was leaning forward, his chin on his hands. "Yes, it was a sweet cop. They was expectin the foot, and they got the orse, and got em ot." He chuckled faintly. "I couldn't see much, but I eard enough to make my eart glad. Scream!--I tell ye.... It were better'n beer to me. "Then I faints for loss o blood." He paused, staring at the ground. "When I come to, the foot--soldiers were carrying the Genelman through the door--them long legs of is'n and all." His voice began to jerk. "Just the same--only more paler-like." He was jigging with his knees, and the words joggled as they came out. "Then he see me.