The incidents leading up to the present situation were briefly described by the doctor.
"I can't get this fellow free," said the Sergeant, who was working hard to release the Indian's throat from the gripping fingers.

He turned Cameron over on his back.

He was quite insensible.

Blood was pouring from his mouth and nose, but his fingers like steel clamps were gripping the wrist and throat of his foe.

The Indian lay like dead.
"Good Lord, doctor! What shall we do ?" cried the Superintendent.