"Bessie, bring your needle, silk linen, liniment--everything you need for a bad knife wound, and come quickly." Betty's haggard face changed as if some warm light had been reflected on it; her lips moved, and with a sob of thankfulness she fled to her room.
Two hours later, while Annie was serving breakfast to Betty and Myeerah, Col.

Zane strode into the room.
"Well, one has to eat whatever happens," he said, his clouded face brightening somewhat.

"Betty, there's been bad work, bad work.

When I got to Clarke's room I found him lying on the bed with a knife sticking in him.

As it is we are doubtful about pulling him through." "May I see him ?" whispered Betty, with pale lips.
"If the worst comes to the worst I'll take you over.