over. Oh, my head! Take it out of that monkey-wrench, do you hear? I can't stand the strain! Take that trip-hammer away!"
"Poor Dan is out of his mind!" burst from Oliver. "Dan! Dan! don't talk so," he went on. "You are safe, at least for the present. That water was drugged."
"That water was fire! I am burning up! Take me away, or I will choke you with pearls!" and poor Dan continued to go on in this strain for fully five minutes, when he relapsed again into unconsciousness.
"He's in a bad way," I murmured soberly. "That drug may have been so powerful that his mind may be affected forever!"
"Gracious, Mark, don't say that," came from Oliver, in scared tones. "Anything but to have poor Dan turn crazy!"
"I wish we could do something for him, Oliver. But even if I was free I wouldn't know what was best."
"The best thing to do would be to put him under a doctor's care. I'll never forgive myself for coming in search of the treasure if Dan loses his mind because of it."
"Well, we must remember that we are not yet out of the scrape," I concluded, and then we both fell into silent and bitter speculation as to the outcome of the adventure.
