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"
There
is
not
two
days
’
life
in
me
,
Reuben
,
"
said
the
other
,
calmly
,
"
and
I
will
no
longer
burden
you
with
my
useless
body
,
when
you
can
scarcely
support
your
own
.
Your
wounds
are
deep
and
your
strength
is
failing
fast
;
yet
,
if
you
hasten
onward
alone
,
you
may
be
preserved
.
For
me
there
is
no
hope
,
and
I
will
await
death
here
.
"
"
If
it
must
be
so
,
I
will
remain
and
watch
by
you
,
"
said
Reuben
,
resolutely
.
"
No
,
my
son
,
no
,
"
rejoined
his
companion
.
"
Let
the
wish
of
a
dying
man
have
weight
with
you
;
give
me
one
grasp
of
your
hand
,
and
get
you
hence
.
Think
you
that
my
last
moments
will
be
eased
by
the
thought
that
I
leave
you
to
die
a
more
lingering
death
?
I
have
loved
you
like
a
father
,
Reuben
;
and
at
a
time
like
this
I
should
have
something
of
a
father
’
s
authority
.
I
charge
you
to
be
gone
that
I
may
die
in
peace
.
"
"
And
because
you
have
been
a
father
to
me
,
should
I
therefore
leave
you
to
perish
and
to
lie
unburied
in
the
wilderness
?
"
exclaimed
the
youth
.
"
No
;
if
your
end
be
in
truth
approaching
,
I
will
watch
by
you
and
receive
your
parting
words
.
I
will
dig
a
grave
here
by
the
rock
,
in
which
,
if
my
weakness
overcome
me
,
we
will
rest
together
;
or
,
if
Heaven
gives
me
strength
,
I
will
seek
my
way
home
.
"
"
In
the
cities
and
wherever
men
dwell
,
"
replied
the
other
,
"
they
bury
their
dead
in
the
earth
;
they
hide
them
from
the
sight
of
the
living
;
but
here
,
where
no
step
may
pass
perhaps
for
a
hundred
years
,
wherefore
should
I
not
rest
beneath
the
open
sky
,
covered
only
by
the
oak
leaves
when
the
autumn
winds
shall
strew
them
?
And
for
a
monument
,
here
is
this
gray
rock
,
on
which
my
dying
hand
shall
carve
the
name
of
Roger
Malvin
,
and
the
traveller
in
days
to
come
will
know
that
here
sleeps
a
hunter
and
a
warrior
.
Tarry
not
,
then
,
for
a
folly
like
this
,
but
hasten
away
,
if
not
for
your
own
sake
,
for
hers
who
will
else
be
desolate
.
"
Malvin
spoke
the
last
few
words
in
a
faltering
voice
,
and
their
effect
upon
his
companion
was
strongly
visible
.
They
reminded
him
that
there
were
other
and
less
questionable
duties
than
that
of
sharing
the
fate
of
a
man
whom
his
death
could
not
benefit
.
Nor
can
it
be
affirmed
that
no
selfish
feeling
strove
to
enter
Reuben
’
s
heart
,
though
the
consciousness
made
him
more
earnestly
resist
his
companion
’
s
entreaties
.
"
How
terrible
to
wait
the
slow
approach
of
death
in
this
solitude
!
"
exclaimed
he
.
"
A
brave
man
does
not
shrink
in
the
battle
;
and
,
when
friends
stand
round
the
bed
,
even
women
may
die
composedly
;
but
here
—
"
"
I
shall
not
shrink
even
here
,
Reuben
Bourne
,
"
interrupted
Malvin
.
"
I
am
a
man
of
no
weak
heart
,
and
,
if
I
were
,
there
is
a
surer
support
than
that
of
earthly
friends
.
You
are
young
,
and
life
is
dear
to
you
.
Your
last
moments
will
need
comfort
far
more
than
mine
;
and
when
you
have
laid
me
in
the
earth
,
and
are
alone
,
and
night
is
settling
on
the
forest
,
you
will
feel
all
the
bitterness
of
the
death
that
may
now
be
escaped
.
But
I
will
urge
no
selfish
motive
to
your
generous
nature
.
Leave
me
for
my
sake
,
that
,
having
said
a
prayer
for
your
safety
,
I
may
have
space
to
settle
my
account
undisturbed
by
worldly
sorrows
.
"
"
And
your
daughter
,
—
how
shall
I
dare
to
meet
her
eye
?
"
exclaimed
Reuben
.
"
She
will
ask
the
fate
of
her
father
,
whose
life
I
vowed
to
defend
with
my
own
.
