“Thought out anything?” I said.
“No,” he replied. “Have you?”
I shook my head, and went and lay down to drop asleep on the instant, and wake up at daybreak according to my custom.
I had hardly risen when the doctor came to me.
“Vincent, my lad,” he said, “I don’t think Craig is any worse, but he is uneasy. He has got something on his mind, and wants to speak to you.”
“To me?” I said eagerly. “I’ll go.”
I hurried to where the poor fellow lay, and he signed to me to kneel down by him.
“Why, Craig, man,” I said, “what is it?”
“What is it?” he said angrily. “That doctor has been giving me stuff to keep me asleep just at a time when I could help you all so.”
“Help us? How? With that plan of yours for getting the guns and horses back?”