Everything is all right: I am looking after things.

Lie down, little one, and rest." The young girl drooped, and, yielding to the nurse's touch, sank slowly back on the pillow; but in an instant she was up again, and flinging out her hand, she cried out loudly just as she had cried an hour before: "Break it open! Break the glass and look in.

Her heart should be there--her heart--her heart!" "Go, or I cannot quiet her!" ordered the nurse, and Sweetwater turned to obey.
But a new obstacle offered.

The brother had heard this cry, and now stood in the doorway.
"Who are you ?" he impatiently demanded, surveying Sweetwater in sudden anger.
"I brought up the drugs," was the quiet explanation of the ever-ready detective.

"I didn't mean to alarm the young lady, and I don't think I did.