"Vincent, my lad," he said, "I don't think Craig is any worse, but he is
uneasy. He has got something on his mind, and wants to speak to you."
"To me?" I said eagerly. "I'll go."
I hurried to where the poor fellow lay, and he signed to me to kneel
down by him.
"Why, Craig, man," I said, "what is it?"
"What is it?" he said angrily. "That doctor has been giving me stuff to
keep me asleep just at a time when I could help you all so."
"Help us? How? With that plan of yours for getting the guns and horses
back?"
"Yes," he whispered eagerly. "I wouldn't say a word to any one else as
I spoke to you first."