I had Elsie bathe her face with water and while, no doubt, this refreshed her somewhat, she only rested her head back on my coat, which I had folded for a pillow, and again closed her heavy eyes.

The negress appeared so tired I bade her lie down and sleep, and soon after Tim also disappeared.
I remained there alone, guarding the woman I loved.
I myself had reason enough to be weary, yet was not conscious of the slightest desire to rest.

My mind did not crave sleep.

That Eloise had been drugged for a purpose was now beyond controversy, but what the nature of that drug might be, and how it could be combated, were beyond my power to determine.

Even if I knew, the only remedies at hand were water and fresh air.