CHAPTER III
A great change had now taken place in the patient's condition. Convulsive movements of a violent kind had set in. Old McKeel was alarmed. David was cynical, and doubted the symptoms.
"Brandy," said Lanky, in a whisper.
He gulped a tumblerful down, smacked his lips, and stared around.
"Where am I?" he said; "oh! I see."
"That's a guid sign!" said old McKeel. "The ammonia's workin'."
"Mr. McKeel," said Lanky very feebly, "I'm goin' to die, an' I want to make my will."
"Vera weel; I'm a magistrate, an' I'll attest it. Ma wife an' son will be witnesses."
Mrs. McKeel, with tears in her eyes, placed pens, ink, and paper on the table. The old man seated himself, and adjusted his spectacles. He looked over them and said, "What d'ye want me to say?"
"I leave everything I have to Annie Coonie."