"Good morning, Mark." * * * * * Judge Torrey was the next to get Ranger's summons; it came toward mid-afternoon of that same day.

Like Hargrave, Torrey had been his life-long friend.
"Torrey," he said, "I want you to examine this plan"-- and he held up the paper Hargrave had left--"and, if it is not legal, put it into legal shape, and incorporate it into my will.

I feel I ain't got much time." With a far-away, listening look--"I must put my house in order--in order.
Draw up a will and bring it to me before five o'clock.

I want you to write it yourself--trust no one--no one!" His eyes were bright, his cheeks bluish, and he spoke in a thick, excited voice that broke and shrilled toward the end of each sentence.
"I can't do it to-day.

Too much haste--" "To-day!" commanded Hiram.