It is brain fever, I believe.' 'How good you are--you whom he has wronged so cruelly! She ceased speaking and gripped her companion's arm.

The latch of the back door clicked, a step sounded upon the kitchen floor, and the next moment Detective Downy appeared within the room.

He glanced from the women to the bunk, and then strode forward and laid a hand upon Ephraim Shine.
'This man is my prisoner,' he said.
Shine sat up again, moving his arms and muttering: 'Yes, yes, down the old mine; that's it! Let me go.

It's hid in the old mine--my gold, my beautiful gold!' 'You cannot take him in this state,' said Mm.

Hardy; 'it would be brutal.' The detective examined him closely, and, being satisfied that the man was really ill and unlikely to escape, went to the kitchen door and blew a shrill blast of his whistle in the direction of the quarries.