"Is it anything that you want?"
He indicated the negative. Another violent effort was followed by the word:
"Will!"
"You mean that you know where the will is?"
He nodded in the affirmative.
"Well, never mind it now, dear. That will do when you are well and strong. Now you must take the medicine that the doctor has left, and——"
"No!" he gasped. "No use. Good-bye—mother. It is all—over now, and he can't—beat me—again. The will—is—in——"
He caught his throat with his hands and seemed trying to tear the words from it, but a fit of strangling ensued that was horrible.
"Go for the doctor, Liz. Quick!" cried Leonie, ghastly with fear.
Dick put out his hand.