"Yes."
A brighter look came into Baker's face and he said:
"Oh, now, I'll tell you; I'll go."
They entered the stranger's room and found him suffering terribly. The physician already had put him under vigorous treatment, but he was rapidly growing worse. Baker regarded him attentively a moment, and then felt his pulse and put his hand on the sufferer's forehead. A look of intelligence came into his sad, earnest face, but there was not a trace of pallor or fear. He beckoned the physician to follow him out to the passage, and the two went aside, closing the door.
"He's a-goin' to die," said Baker, simply and quietly.
"Yes; but how do you know?"
"Well, I'll tell you about that; I know."
"Have you seen it before?"
"Hunderds."
"Are you afraid of it?"