n from the lumber camps
and from down the line. One of their number came up, bearing a large
wreath of the costliest flowers brought from the far south, and laid
it on the bier. The messenger stood there a moment and then said,
hesitatingly, "The men would like to see him again, if you think best."

"Tell them to come," replied Dick, quickly, proceeding to uncover the
face. For almost an hour they filed past, solemn, silent for the most
part, but many weeping as only strong men can weep. But as they looked
upon the strong dead face, its serene dignity, its proud look of triumph
subdued their sobbing, and they passed out awed and somewhat comforted.
The look on that dead face forbade pity. They might grieve for the loss
of their friend, but to him the best had come.

By Margaret's side stood Tommy Tate, till the last. "Ochone!" he sobbed,
"when I think of mesilf me heart is bruck entirely, but when I luk at
him I feel no pain at all." It was the feeling in the hearts of all. For
themselves they must weep, but not for him.

At length, all had gone. "Could you say a word to them, Dick?" said
Margaret. "I think he would like it." And Dick, drawing a deep breath,
went forth to them. His words were few and simple. "We must not speak
words of grief to-day. He was glad to help you and he grew to love you
as his friends. In his last hours he thought of you. I know you will not
forget him. But were he giving me my words to-day, he would not ask me
to speak of him, but of the One who made him what he was, Whom he loved
and served with his life. For His sake it was, and for yours, that he
gave himself to you."

As his voice ceased a commotion rose at the back of the crowd. A sleigh
dashed up, two men got out, helping a third, before whom the crowd
quickly made way. It was "Mexico," pale, feeble, leaning heavily upon
his friends. He came up to Dick. "May I see him?" he asked humbly.

"Come in," said Dick, giving him both his hands and lifting him on to
the platform, while a great sob swept over the crowd. They all knew by
this time that it was to save "Mexico" the doctor had given his life.
With heads bared they waited till "Mexico" came out again. As he
appeared on the platform of the car with Dick's arm supporting him, the
men gazed at him in deathly stillness. The ghastly face with its fierce,
gleaming eyes held them as with a spell. For a moment "Mexico" stood
leaning heavily upon Dick, but suddenly he drew himself erect.