"But I'll be a doctor to-night to hurt."
"How air you goin' ter pizen him? Thar ain't a speck uv pizen on the place."
"Where is that morphine?"
"Up thar in the bottle, but will that fix him?"
"Yes, and in such a way that nobody will suspect anything."
"How air you goin' ter do? Hold it under his nose?"
"Hold it under his foot!" the man contemptuously replied. "I am going to make him take it."
"How?"
"I'll fix it."
Then there occurred a whispering of which Blake caught the following: