You are not likely to live till night." The wretched man tried to raise himself, but his will had no power over his body.

He turned his head round with a groan, and hid his face against the wall.
There were other people in the house; but since Clarkson had been brought in, they kept as much as possible at the further end, and could not hear what passed unless it was intended that they should.

Presently Clarkson again looked round, and there was a new expression of terror and anxiety in his eyes.
"Are you _sure_ ?" he asked.

"Quite certain I can't get well ?" "Quite certain.

There is not the shadow of a chance." "Look here, then; I have something to say." "It had better be said soon." "I say, Doctor, is that Indian fellow really going to die ?" "What Indian fellow ?" "The one in jail--the one that they say killed Doctor Morton." "He is very ill.