He did not know how badly Cassie was injured, but now he hastened back to see if anyone had been sent for a doctor. He was astonished to find the girl sitting up.
"Why, Cassie!" he cried; "you are all right!"
She smiled weakly, held out her hand, and drew him down.
"It's the morphine," she whispered in his ear. "I can feel the pain now, but the stuff helps me bear it. I'll have to keep full of the drug till the pain goes away, and then the stuff will have a firmer hold than ever on me. I reckon this is the thing that does me up. I can see my finish!"
Havener was near.
"What is it I hear?" he asked. "They're saying Sargent and Cates attached the box office after all."
"It's right," confessed Frank. "They have received every dollar I owed them."
"It's my fault we didn't look out for them," declared the stage manager. "I should have known what they would do. And Sargent—it was that skunk who told old Dan where you hid his whisky!"
"Yes."