In sober truth, to give the fellow his due, he served his master well.
Lord Maltravers had no cause to be dissatisfied with him.
The daylight had faded away and there was but a dim twilight existing, which made it difficult to discern objects.
Everything looked shadowy and ghostly.
Bambino had seen Harkaway's insensible condition when he was carried off the course and he had tracked him to the Van Hoosens' house.
The white mixture in the vial was a subtle poison, and he had gained an entrance to the house by pretending that he was a clerk from the drug store.
Touching Jack on the arm, he saw him awake.
"What is it?" he asked, dreamily.
"Your medicine," replied Bambino.
"Give it me, and let me sleep. I am drowsy."