That was the pathological history of the thing, as far as medical and surgical science knew of cases similar to his own.
Personally, Kent did not feel like a dying man.

His vision and his brain were clear.

He felt no pain, and only at infrequent intervals was his temperature above normal.

His voice was particularly calm and natural.
At first he had smiled incredulously when Cardigan broke the news.

That the bullet which a drunken half-breed had sent into his chest two weeks before had nicked the arch of the aorta, thus forming an aneurism, was a statement by Cardigan which did not sound especially wicked or convincing to him.