"No, no, pop! It wasn't you—it was the whisky! I know, pop—I know!"
"I won't touch it any more, girl—I swear I won't! I've broken my word a hundred times, but I'll keep it this time! Oh, my little pet! What did I do? I was crazy! A devil was in me!"
"Yes, pop, a devil that causes no end of misery in this world. Oh, oh, my side! How it hurts! Oh, pop—such dreadful pain!"
The old man began to weep.
"Get a doctor!" he entreated, looking up, tears streaming from his eyes and making tracks down his painted cheeks. "Somebody go for a doctor!"
"Give her to me!" ordered Havener. "I'll take her out and put her on the couch."
"Can't I? I will! Get away! Let me!"
Then, to the amazement of all, old Dan rose to his feet, lifting Cassie in his arms.
She moaned with pain.
"Room!" cried old Dan, hoarsely.