Presently Richard ran to his mother's side.
"Come quick--he's mutterin' and mumblin' and moving his head!" he cried.
It was as the child said.

Yancy had roused from his heavy stupor.

Words almost inaudible and quite inarticulate were issuing from his lips and there was a restless movement of his head on the pillow.
"He 'pears powerful distressed about something," said Mrs.Cavendish.

"I reckon I'd better give him a little stimulant now." While she was gone for the whisky, Connie, who had squatted down beside the bed, touched Yancy's hand which lay open.

Instantly his fingers closed about hers and he was silent; the movement of his head ceased abruptly; but when she sought to withdraw her hand he began to murmur again.
"I declare, what he wants is some one to sit beside him!" said Mrs.
Cavendish, who had returned with the whisky, a few drops of which she managed to force between Yancy's lips.