Meech kept silent watch, their faces grave
with apprehension. Without stopping to speak to them, Sandy hurried to
the door of the judge's room. Before he could turn the knob, Dr.
Fenton opened it softly and, putting his finger on his lips, came out,
cautiously closing the door behind him.
"You can't go in," he whispered; "the slightest excitement might
finish him. He's got one chance in a hundred, boy; we've got to nurse
it."
"Does he know?"
"Never has known a thing since the bullet hit him. He was coming into
the sitting-room when Wilson fired through the window."
"The black-hearted murderer!" cried Sandy. "I could swear I saw him
hiding in the bushes between here and the Junction."
The doctor threw a side glance at Mr. Meech, then said significantly:
"Have they started?"
"Not yet. If there's nothing I can do for the judge, I'm going with
them."
"That's right. I'd go, too, if I were not needed here. Wait a minute,
Sandy." His face looked old and worn. "Have you happened to see my
Nettie since noon?"
"That I have, doctor. She was driving with me, and the harness broke.
She's home now."
"Thank God!" cried the doctor. "I thought it was Nelson."
Sandy passed through the dining-room and was starting up the steps
when he heard his name spoken.
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