"What was in the drink, Miss Philly?"

"Perhaps it was not the right herb,"
she said; "it may have been 'mother-wort';
but the book said 'monk's-hood,'
and I--"

William King reached for his whip and
cut Jinny across the flanks. "ACONITE!"
he said under his breath, while Jinny
leaped forward in shocked astonishment.

"Will he live?" said Philippa.
Dr. King, flecking Jinny again, and
letting his reins hang over the dashboard,
could not help putting a comforting
arm around her. "I hope so,"
he said; "I hope so!" After all, there
was no use telling the child that probably
by this time her lover was either
dead or getting better. "It's his own
fault," William King thought, angrily.
"Why in thunder didn't he fall in love
like a man, instead of making the child
resort to--G'on, Jinny! G'on!"
He still had the whip in his hand
when they drew up at the gate.

CHAPTER IV