The doctor turned him over.
"He's alive anyway, and," after examination, "I can't find any wound.

Heart all right, nothing wrong with him, I guess, except that he's got a bad jag on." A cursory examination of the crowd revealed wounds in plenty, but nothing serious enough to demand the doctor's attention.
"Now then," said the Sergeant briskly, "I want to get your names and addresses.

You can let me have them ?" he continued, turning to Jacob.
"Me not know all mens." "Go on," said the Sergeant curtly.
"Dis man Rosenblatt.

Dis man Polak, Kravicz.

Not know where he live." "It would be difficult, I am thinking, for any one to tell where he lives now," said the Sergeant grimly, "and it does not much matter for my purpose." "Poor chap," said the doctor, "it's too bad." "What ?" said the Sergeant, glancing at him, "well, it is too bad, that is true.