CHAPTER XXX.
IN CLOD'S CABIN.
Aunt Viney heard Bim's joyful voice, and glancing anxiously towards the
door of the room in which Sabella lay, she muttered, "Drat dat ar dorg!
He sholy wake up missy wif he barkin'."
The barking did waken Sabella, and as she lifted her head to listen,
she whispered wonderingly to herself, "It's Bim! It's dear old Bim. I
know his voice."
Winn, bending wearily over the statement he was preparing for the
police, heard the barking, and looked up with a startled expression on
his troubled face. "If I didn't know that it couldn't be, I should say
that was Bim's bark. Poor old dog!" he thought.
The next instant he sprang to his feet with a cry. Could the dead come
to life? Could the drowned be resurrected? Could the handsome,
smiling, eager figure in the doorway be that of the young uncle whose
untimely death he had so truly mourned? A quick step, a joyful shout,
and the two were face to face, with hand clasped in hand.
[Illustration: "The next instant he sprang to his feet with a cry."]
"It has been a terrible lesson, Uncle Billy, but I think I have learned
it," said Winn.
"Thank God, my dear boy, that the experience has been gained so
cheaply; for I feared it had cost you your life."
"But where is my little one, my Sabella?" asked Cap'n Cod, anxiously.
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