In a few minutes Rosenblatt showed signs of life.

He began to breathe heavily, then to cough and spit mouthfuls of blood.
"Ha, lung, I guess," said the doctor, examining a small clean wound high up in the left breast.

"Better send for an ambulance, Sergeant, and hurry them up.

The sooner we get him to the hospital, the better.
And here is another man.

What's wrong with him ?" Beyond Rosenblatt lay a black-bearded man upon his face, breathing heavily.