A great uneasiness had possessed him for some hours, and then he had sunk away into a stupor or a sleep, they could not determine which.
The two men watched him for a while, and then went out and sat down on a log in front of the cabin, and held a consultation.
"Mike," said Jim, "somethin' must be did.

We've did our best an' nothin' comes on't; an' Benedict is nearer Abram's bosom nor I ever meant he should come in my time.

I ain't no doctor; you ain't no doctor.

We've nussed 'im the best we knowed, but I guess he's a goner.

It's too thunderin' bad, for I'd set my heart on puttin' 'im through." "Well," said Mike, "I've got me hundred dollars, and you'll git yer pay in the nixt wurruld." "I don't want no pay," responded Jim.