"Look here, then; I have something to say."
"It had better be said soon."
"I say, Doctor, is that Indian fellow really going to die?"
"What Indian fellow?"
"The one in jail—the one that they say killed Doctor Morton."
"He is very ill. Why do you say that they say he killed Doctor Morton?"
"Because he did not do it, and I know who did."
"Is that what you have to tell?"
"I'd have let him hang, mind; I'd never have told a word. But it's to be me after all!" He stopped and groaned again heavily.
"Look here, Doctor," he went on, "you'll just remember this, will you? My missus knows nothing about it—not a word; and don't let them go and bother her about it afterwards. Will you promise?"