"Oh, Minna, what is all this? Where am I? Is it a dream?"
"Give it to him," said the surgeon, handing the vial to Minna. She placed the neck of it to his lips.
"Drink, Tobias."
Had it been deadly poison she had offered him, Tobias would have taken it. The vial was drained. He looked in her face again with a smile.
"If this is indeed a dream, my Minna, may I never awaken—dear—dear—one—I—I—"
Tobias Restored To His Senses By Minna's Assistance.
He fell back upon the pillow. The smile still lingered upon his face, but the narcotic which the surgeon had had administered to him had produced its effect, and the enfeebled Tobias fell into deep sleep. Minna Gray looked rather alarmed at this sudden falling off of Tobias from waking to sleeping, but the surgeon quieted her fears.
"All is right," he said. "He will awaken in some hours wonderfully refreshed, and I have the pleasure of now predicting his perfect cure."
"You do not know," said Colonel Jeffery, "what pleasure that assurance gives me."