Eyes. If Dan, with his appearance of robust health, was really a mighty
sick man, why, then, his case challenged attention. He stood up and, so
to speak, spread his wings, hovering over his lawful prey. "What's
wrong?" he demanded. "I'm afire with itching. At this moment I feel as
if some dev'lish imps was stickin' needles into me." The Professor felt
his pulse, looked at his tongue, and nodded sapiently. "You've been
drinking the water of that new spring." "I hev. I helped open it up."
"Did you drink much of it?" "Oceans!" "My poor fellow, I am distressed
beyond words. I promise you that you shall have every care and
attention. I won't leave this ranch till-- till the end." "The end?"