"Well, help me then," said the doctor.
Why should he not understand, a puszta steed, who has three-quarters of a soul at least? Seeing the doctor struggling with his master, it caught hold of his waistcoat with his teeth, and raised him, and so between them, they managed to get the csikos into the gig. Then the doctor knotted the horse"s halter to the back of the trap, and galloped on to the settlement.
There, it is true, were hospital and pharmacy, but only for animals. The doctor himself was but a cattle doctor. In such cases, however, he may help who can. The question was, could he?
The first thing to do was to discover what poison was at work, strychnine or belladonna. At all events, black coffee could do no harm.
Arrived at the farm, the doctor called out his a.s.sistant and his housekeeper. Coffee was ready, but aid was necessary before the patient could swallow. His jaws were so tightly locked that they had to force his teeth apart with a chisel before it could be poured down.
"Ice on his head, a mustard plaster on his stomach," ordered the doctor; and there being no spare person at hand, he carried out his own directions, at the same time giving instructions to his a.s.sistant, and writing a letter at the table. "Listen," he said, "and think of what I am telling you. Hurry in the gig to the Hortobagy inn, and hand this letter to the innkeeper. If he is not at home, then tell the coachman my orders are to put the horses in the caleche, and go as fast as he possibly can to town, and give this sealed letter to the head doctor there. He must wait and bring him back. I am a veterinary surgeon, and on oath not to practise on beasts "with souls." The case needs help urgently, and the doctor will bring his own medicine. But ask the innkeeper"s daughter for every grain of coffee she may have in the house, for that the patient must drink until the real doctor comes. Now, see how sharp you can be!"
The a.s.sistant understood the task imposed on him, and made all haste to get under way. The poor little grey had hardly had breathing time before it was rattling back to the inn.
Klari happened to be on the verandah, watering her musk-geraniums, when the gig drove up.
"What brings you, Pesta," she asked, "in such a fearful hurry?"
"A letter for the master."
"Well, it will be difficult to get a word out of him, because he is just putting a new swarm into the hive."
"But it is an order from the vet," said Pesta, "to send the carriage to town immediately for the best doctor."
"The doctor? Is someone ill? Who has the ague now?"
"None of us, for the doctor picked him up on the meadow. It is Sandor Decsi, the csikos."
The girl gave a cry, and the watering-can fell from her hands. "Sandor?
Sandor is ill?"
"So ill that he is trying to climb up the wall, and bite the bed-clothes in his agony. Somebody has poisoned him."
The girl had to clutch the door with both hands to prevent herself falling.
"Our doctor is not sure what is killing the herdsman, so he is obliged to summon the town doctor to inspect him."
Then Klari muttered something, but what could not be heard.
"See, leave go the door, miss," said the a.s.sistant, "and let me in to look for the master."
"Doesn"t he know what has hurt him?" stammered the girl.
"And the doctor"s message to you," added Pesta, "is to collect all the ground coffee in the house, and give it to me. Till the other doctor comes with medicine, he is treating Sandor Decsi with coffee, for he can"t tell what poison they gave the poor fellow." Then he hurried off to search for the innkeeper.
"He can"t tell what poison," murmured Klari to herself, "but I can--if that be the danger, why I could tell the doctor, and then he would at once know what to give him."
She ran into her room, and opening the chest took from its bottom, the man-shaped witch roots. These she stuffed into her pocket.
Cursed be she who had given the evil counsel, and cursed be she who had followed it!
Then she set to work grinding coffee, so that by the time the a.s.sistant returned from the garden, where he had been forced to help with the swarm, the tin box was quite full.
"Now give me the coffee, miss," said he.
"I am coming with you."
The a.s.sistant was a sharp lad and saw through the sieve. "Do not come, miss," he said, "you really must not see Sandor Decsi in such a state.
It is enough to freeze one"s marrow to look at his agony. Besides, the doctor would never allow it."
"It is just the doctor I want to speak to," said the girl.
"But then who will attend to the customers?"
"The servant-girl is here, and the lad, they"ll manage."
"But at least ask the master"s permission," begged Pesta.
"Not I!" cried Klari, "he would not let me go. There, get out of the way."
So saying, she pushed the a.s.sistant aside, flew out into the courtyard, and with one bound was seated in the gig. There she seized the reins, flourished the whip about the poor grey"s back, and drove where she wished. The a.s.sistant left behind gasping, shouted after her,
"Miss Klari! Miss Klari! Stop a bit!" But though he ran till he was breathless, he only caught the gig at the bridge, where the tired horse had to go slowly up the incline. Then he too jumped on to the seat.
Never had the grey"s back felt such thwacks as on this drive to Mata! By the time they reached the sandy ground, it could only go at a walk, and, the girl, impatient, sprang from the gig, and catching hold of the canister, rushed over the clover field to the doctor"s farm, which she reached panting and speechless.
Through the window the doctor saw her coming and went to meet her, barring her way at the verandah.
"You come here, Klarika! How is that?"
"Sandor?" gasped the girl.
"Sandor is ill."
Through the open door the girl could hear the groans of the sick man.
"What has happened to him?"
"I don"t know myself, and I don"t want to accuse anyone."
"But I know!" cried the girl, "someone--a wicked girl--gave him something bad to drink. I know who it was too! She stirred it into his wine, to make him love her, and that made him ill. I know who it was, and how it was."
"Miss Klari, do not play the traitor. This is a serious crime, and must be proved."
"Here are the proofs."
And with that girl took the roots out of her pocket, and laid them before the doctor.
"Oh!" cried the doctor, stupefied, "why, this is _Atropa mandragora_--a deadly poison!"