The feeble pulses flickered and grew indiscernible; a gray pallor hovered over the Girl, and a cold sweat stood on her temples.
"Now!" said the Harvester.

"Exercise your calling! Fight like men or devils, but win you must." They did work.

They administered stimulants; applied heat to the chilled body; fans swept the room with vitalized air; hypodermics were used; and every last resort known to science was given a full test, and the weak heart throbbed slower and slower, and life ran out with each breath.

The Harvester stood waiting with set jaws.

He could detect no change for the better.