Another said,—'A conjurer, by h—ll! you heard him say he deals with the devil.' I now thought it time to try 'Cap,' for, from his limping, groaning, and swearing about his hip, it seemed to me a clear case of sciatica, and I thus informed him, giving him a description of its manner of attack and progress, detailing to him the different stages of suffering.
"I had early learned from the deference paid to the man by his associates, that he was their leader, and I was anxious to get my hands on him, for I had resolved that if ever I got him under the influence of the drug, he should never have an opportunity of putting a rope around my neck. 'Cap' was so pleased with my diagnosis of his complaint, that he said,—'Well, I'll give you a trial, d—d if I don't!' I informed him that I must be with him alone. The woman remarked that we could go in the adjoining room. As we left the company, one of them said: 'You aint agoin' to kill "Cap," is you?' 'Oh, no!' I replied. I said, 'Now, "Cap," I'll cure you, but I need your aid.' 'Sir,' returned he, 'I'll do anything you tell me.' I told him to lay on the bed, shut his eyes, and count one hundred. He obeyed at once, and while he was counting, I was filling the syringe with the morphia.
When he had finished counting, I informed him that I would have to pinch him on the lame leg, so as to get the devil out of it. 'Oh!' replied he, 'you may pinch as much as you d—d please, for I've seen
