Put a cushion under his head.

There--he will come to himself presently, but he will not be so dangerous as he was." The Wanderer drew a long breath of relief as he helped Keyork to make the necessary arrangements.
"How long will it last ?" he inquired.
"How can I tell ?" returned Keyork sharply.

"Have you never heard of a syncope?
Do you know nothing about anything ?" He had produced a bottle containing some very strong salt and was applying it to the unconscious man's nostrils.

The Wanderer paid no attention to his irritable temper and stood looking on.

A long time passed and yet the Moravian gave no further signs of consciousness.
"It is clear that he cannot stay here if he is to be seriously ill," the Wanderer said.
"And it is equally clear that he cannot be taken away," retorted Keyork.
"You seem to be in a very combative frame of mind," the other answered, sitting down and looking at his watch.