"Nonsense. You told me once you were looking to me."
"God knows that's true—but——"
"Well, I'm better now."
Lancaster stared at the emaciated face, set in its iron-hard lines, and gained a deeper sense of the man's indomitable will.
"You must rest now. Promise me," he said.
"On one condition: that you send Forshaw to me tonight."
"You're really not fit——"
"My God, Lancaster," Hector groaned in an agony; "how can I rest with this thing before me? You must do as I ask."
The Lieutenant-Governor silently pressed the sick man's hand, trying to express in that simple action all he felt.
"I'll send him, Major," he said.