in his hand. Scarcely had he left his hut than
several deer, without discovering him, came bounding by. He shot a
bolt, one of the animals was struck, and immediately fell dead to the
ground. Thankful for his success, he quickly returned with it, and
having skinned it he cut up a portion into small bits, which he put into
a pot, with the intention of making some broth. Several times while
thus engaged, he returned to the side of Lord Reginald, who still slept
on. He had obtained from the rocks a small quantity of salt, sufficient
to flavour the broth. While it was boiling he roasted another piece of
meat, and hung up the remainder in his smoking-house, which had answered
beyond his expectations. Though the meat dried in the sun might keep,
yet it was hard and dry, and presented a far from satisfactory
appearance.

He had observed signs of a change of weather. Clouds had been
collecting for some time in the sky. Scarcely had he completed his
culinary operations, than the rain began to pour in torrents, while the
thunder rolled, and flashes of vivid lightning darted from the clouds.
The fire was put out, but Dick managed to keep the broth warm. He
anxiously watched Lord Reginald, expecting that the roar of the thunder
would awaken him, but he slept quietly through the storm, and appeared
to be breathing more easily than before. At length the thunder-clouds
rolled off, the wind ceased, and the air appeared far purer than it had
hitherto been. Dick, who had opened the shutter, which he had kept shut
during the rain, went to the door to open that also and enjoy the fresh
air. He was standing inhaling it with much satisfaction, when he heard
Lord Reginald's voice exclaiming--

"What has happened? Is that you, Hargrave?" Dick hurried to the side
of the cot, and was thankful to observe a marked change for the better,
in Lord Reginald's countenance, which, though thin and pale, had a
composed appearance. "Do not be agitated, my lord," said Dick; "you
have been very ill, but I trust you may now recover, as the worst is
past I would advise you not to talk, but let me give you some broth,
which I have fortunately just prepared. It will assist to restore your
strength quicker than the fruits on which you have so long lived."
Saying this, without waiting for a reply, Dick poured some of the soup
into a shell, which he presented to the invalid.

"Hargrave, I can scarcely believe my senses!" said Lord Reginald. "I