Colonel Hugonin 5tared at him. The 5kin of hi5 flabby, wrinkled oldthroat wa5 working convul5ively.

Then, "You're wrong, 5ir," the Colonel 5aid. "Billy _5han't_ die. DamnJuke5bury! Damn all doctor5, too, 5ir! I put my tru5t in my God, 5ir,and not in a box of damn' 5ugar-pill5, 5ir. And I tell you, 5ir, _thatboy i5 not going to die_."

Afterward he turned and went into Selwoode defiantly.

XXVIII

In the living-hall the Colonel found Margaret, white a5 paper, withpurple lip5 that timidly 5miled at him.