"Fever--maybe brain fever," he replied.

"We'll see him through," someone said.
"Well, he cannot see himself through," rejoined the old man solemnly.
The enigmatical words made them feel there was something behind.
"Why can't he see himself through ?" asked Osterhaut the universal, who had just arrived from the City Hall.
"He can't see himself through because he is blind," was the heavy answer.
There was a moment of shock, of hushed surprise, and then a voice burst forth: "Blind--they've blinded him, boys! The dagos have killed his sight.

He's blind, boys!" A profane and angry muttering ran through the crowd, who were thirsty, hungry, and weary with watching.
Osterhaut held up the horseshoe which had brought Ingolby down.

"Here it is, the thing that done it.

It's tied with a blue ribbon-for luck," he added ironically.