As she went, she beckoned to Dr.Parker, who joined her a moment later.
"Well, doctor ?" she asked anxiously.
The stout, gray-haired old physician--he had practiced in Trumet for nearly thirty years--shook his head.
"Not a single chance," he whispered.

"He may possibly live till morning, but I doubt if he lasts an hour.

It's his heart.

I've expected it at any time.

Ever since he had that shock, I've been at him to take things easy; but you might as well talk to a graven image.