We need not follow him through the course of his dreadful labours, with which most people will have some acquaintance.

Hopeless as they seemed, he continued them for hour after hour.
Meanwhile the assistant and some helpers were doing the same service for Geoffrey Bingham, the doctor himself, a thin clever-looking man, occasionally stepping across the passage to direct them and see how things were getting on.

Now, although Geoffrey had been in the water the longer, his was by far the better case, for when he was immersed he was already insensible, and a person in this condition is very hard to drown.

It is your struggling, fighting, breathing creature who is soonest made an end of in deep waters.

Therefore it came to pass that when the scrubbing with hot cloths and the artificial respiration had gone on for somewhere about twenty minutes, Geoffrey suddenly crooked a finger.