Mr. Hamlin here looked so singular, and his hand tightened so strongly around Olly's, that she hurriedly repeated to him the story of Grace's early wanderings, and her absorbing passion for their former associate, Arthur Poinsett. The statement was, in Olly's present state of mind, not favourable to Grace. "And she just came up yer only to see Arthur agin. Thet's all. And she nearly swearin' her brother's life away--and pretendin' it was only done to save the fammerly name. Jest ez if it hed been any more comfortable fur Gabriel to have been hung in his own name. And then goin' and accusin' thet innocent ole lamb, Gabe, of conspiring with July to take her name away. Purty goin's on, I reckon. And thet man Poinsett, by her own showin'--never lettin' on to see her nor us--nor anybody. And she sassin' _me_ for givin' my opinion of him--and excusin' him by sayin' she didn't want him to know _whar_ she was. And she refusin' to see July at all--and pore July lyin' thar at Wingdam, sick with a new baby. Don't talk to me about her!" "But your sister didn't run away with--with--this chap. She went away to bring you help," interrupted Jack, hastily dragging Olly back to earlier history. "Did she? Couldn't she trust her bo to go and get help and then come back fur her?--reckonin' he cared for her at all. No, she waz thet crazy after him she couldn't trust him outer her sight--and she left the camp and Gabe and ME for him. And then the idee of _her_ talking to Gabriel about bein' disgraced by July. Ez ef she had never done anythin' to spile her own name, and puttin' on such airs and"---- "Dry up!" shouted Mr. Hamlin, turning with sudden savageness upon his pillow. "Dry up!--don't you see you're driving me half-crazy with your infernal buzzing?" He paused, as Olly stopped in mingled mortification and alarm, and then added in milder tones, "There, that'll do. I am not feeling well to-day. Send Dr. Duchesne to me if he's here. Stop one moment--there! good-bye, go!" Olly had risen promptly. There was always something in Mr. Hamlin's positive tones that commanded an obedience that she would have refused to any other. Thoroughly convinced of some important change in Mr. Hamlin's symptoms, she sought the doctor at once. Perhaps she brought with her some of her alarm and anxiety, for a moment later that distinguished physician entered with less deliberation than was his habit. He walked to the bedside of his patient, and would have taken his hand, but Jack slipped his tell-tale pulse under the covers, and looking fixedly at the doctor, said-- "Can I be moved from here?" "You can, but I should hardly advise"---- "I didn't ask that. This is a lone hand I'm playin', doctor, and if I'm euchred, tain't your fault. How soon?" "I should say," said Dr. Duchesne, with professional caution, "that if no bad symptoms supervene" (he made here a half habitual but wholly ineffectual dive for Jack's pulse), "you might go in a week." "I must go _now_!"