"It's--it's a name came into my 'ead," quavered the child. "Who . . . told . . . you?" The fingers of the hand had hooked themselves like a bird's claw. "Told me yerself. I 'eard you, night before last, when you was talkin' wild. . . . If you try to do me any 'arm, I'll call the Sister." "Holmness?" "_You_ said it. Strike me dead if you didn'!" Tilda fetched a grip on herself; but the hand, its fingers closing on air, drew back and dropped, as though cut off from the galvanising current. She had even presence of mind to note that the other hand--the hand on which the body propped itself, still half-erect, wore a plain ring of gold. "You talked a lot about 'Olmness--and Arthur. 'Oo's Arthur?" But the patient had fallen back, and lay breathing hard. When she spoke again all the vibration had gone out of her voice. "Tell them . . . Arthur . . . fetch Arthur . . . ." The words tailed off into a whisper. Still the lips moved as though speech fluttered upon them; but no speech came. "You just tell me where he is, and maybe we'll fetch 'im," said Tilda encouragingly. The eyes, which had been fixed on the child's, and with just that look you may note in a dog's eyes when he waits for his master's word, wandered to the table by the bedside, and grew troubled, distressful. "Which of 'em?" asked Tilda, touching the medicine bottles and glasses there one by one. But the patient seemed to shake her head, though with a motion scarcely perceptible. She could talk no more. Tilda lay back thinking. "Sister!" she said, twenty minutes later, when the Second Nurse entered the ward. The Second Nurse had charge just now, the matron being away on her August holiday. "Well, dear?" "She wants something." Tilda nodded towards the next bed. "To be sure she does, and I'm going to give it to her." The Second Nurse, composed in all her movements, bent over the medicine table. "Garn!" retorted Tilda. "It's easy seen you wasn' brought up along with animals. Look at the eyes of her." "Well?" The Second Nurse, after a long look at the patient, turned to Tilda again. "You mind my tellin' you about Black Sultan?" "Of course I do. He was the one with the bearing rein and the white martingale. Miss Montagu rode him." "Right-O!" Tilda nodded. "Well, they used to come on next turn to mine, which was the Zambra Fambly, as before the Crowned 'eads--only there wasn' no fambly about it, nor yet no 'eads. Me bein' 'andy an' dressed up, with frizzy 'air, they stood me on a tub with a 'oop, makin' believe 'twas for Miss Montagu to jump through; but of course she didn', reely. When she came round to me she'd only smile and touch me playful under the chin; and that made the sixpenny seats say, ''Ow womanly!' or, 'Only think! able to ride like that and so fond of children!' Matter of fact, she 'ad none; and her 'usband, Mike O'Halloran, used to beat her for it sometimes, when he'd had a drop of What-killed-Aunty. He was an Irishman."