"Do nothing to anger Daniel," he said. "You're playing with death and worse. This can't come to good, and I only hope to God you haven't gone too far already. That man Brendon as--as--build me up another hot poultice, will 'e, while I talk?--Brendon is a lion of the Lord; and he'd be a lion on his own account if anything happened to cross him in his den. Have 'e ever marked his eyes, Sarah Jane? But of course you have. They glow sometimes in the dimpsy light, like a dog's do glow. When you see that in a human's eyes, it means that, down under, there's a large share of burning fire in 'em. If Dan thought that he'd been wronged, not heaven or earth would stand between him and payment." He began to cough and held his hands to his head. "'Tis like red-hot wires going through the brain," he said. "But 'twill be better presently. I'm in a proper heat now. I've been praying to God to fetch out the sweat on me. Now the peat have done it." "Don't talk no more, dear father. Bide quiet a bit an' try an' see if you can't sleep." "So I will, then; but there's two things I must say first. One is that you must go away from Ruddyford. Mark me, 'tis life or death if the wind's in that quarter and Woodrow's after you. He's a desperate sort of man because he've got nobody to think of but himself--no family to consider--no wife or child--nothing. You must go--go--far ways off, where he can't come at you." He stopped, and shut his eyes. Then, when Sarah Jane hoped that he slept, her father spoke again. "The other thing is my knife--the famous one wi' the ivory handle and long, narrer blade, that I use when I do my chemical work. It have a history. My uncle fetched it from a foreign land, and it be made of a steel called Damascus--the best in the world; and there's gold letters let into it in a foreign tongue. 'Tis in the works, along with a few other things, Sarah Jane. My watch be there--not that 'tis any use, for it haven't gone for a year. Still, if the worst comes, I'd like little Greg to have 'em from me--also the shares in the Company. He'll live to see them a useful bit of money. And the rest must go to you and Dan." "Don't--don't be talking. You've got to get well again quick," she said. Then she took away his plaster and brought another hot from the saucepan. "A great invention," he said. "A great invention. If I'm spared, the thing shall be known far and wide afore long." He dozed between fits of coughing, and moved uneasily in a semi-dream. Then came the sound of a galloping horse, and Sarah hastened to the door. "Can't be doctor yet, unless by happy fortune Dan ran across him," she said. But it was not the doctor. The bearded and grave countenance of Mr. Henry Norseman met Sarah Jane's eyes.