slightest excitement might finish him. He's got one chance in a hundred, boy; we've got to nurse it."
"Does he know?"
"Never has known a thing since the bullet hit him. He was coming into the sitting-room when Wilson fired through the window."
"The black-hearted murderer!" cried Sandy. "I could swear I saw him hiding in the bushes between here and the Junction."
The doctor threw a side glance at Mr. Meech, then said significantly:
"Have they started?"
"Not yet. If there's nothing I can do for the judge, I'm going with them."
"That's right. I'd go, too, if I were not needed here. Wait a minute, Sandy." His face looked old and worn. "Have you happened to see my Nettie since noon?"
"That I have, doctor. She was driving with me, and the harness broke. She's home now."
"Thank God!" cried the doctor. "I thought it was Nelson."