What it was, exactly, we could not tell; but from certain illustrative signs and gestures, I fancied that he was describing the symptoms of some mysterious disorganization of the vitals, which must have come on within the hour.

Assisted by his familiarity with medical terms, he seemed to produce a marked impression.

At last, Johnson went his way, promising aloud that he would send Long Ghost what he desired.
When the medicine boy came along the following morning, the doctor was the first to accost him, walking off with a small purple vial.

This time, there was little else in the basket but a case-bottle of the burnt brandy cordial, which, after much debate, was finally disposed of by someone pouring the contents, little by little, into the half of a cocoa-nut shell, and so giving all who desired a glass.

No further medicinal cheer remaining, the men dispersed.
An hour or two passed, when Flash Jack directed attention to my long friend, who, since the medicine boy left, had not been noticed till now.