"Nothing at present," coolly replied Jack, as he walked away.
"He's one too many for you, Abe," said the man standing next to him.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIFTH
SOMETHING ABOUT WINIFRED
Meanwhile Winifred was in sore trouble at The Downs, for Sir Lester was very ill, and the doctors took a grave view of his case. He caught a chill at Gatwick, and the cold which followed, being neglected, as such ailments often are, congestion of the lungs followed, and he was now fighting for his life.
At times he was unconscious, and Winifred, almost worn out with watching, sometimes thought he had gone, so still and quiet he lay.
The crisis came at last, and he pulled through, but she felt she would never forget that time of anxiety, almost of despair.
Sir Lester knew what she had done for him, all she had gone through, and her drawn white face showed how she had suffered.
"If it had not been for your daughter, I believe we should have lost you, Sir Lester," said his favourite doctor. "She worked day and night, and orders given were attended to with even more promptitude than in a hospital. She is a wonderful girl, and you are right in being proud of her."