Breathing heavily, and apparently unconscious of our presence.

His bright, staring eyes and the deep, hectic flush upon his cheek showed that his fever was at its height.
I advanced to the bedside, and, stooping over him, I placed my fingers upon his pulse, when immediately he sprang up into the sitting position and struck at me frenziedly with his clenched hands.

I have never seen such intensity of fear and horror stamped upon a human face as appeared upon that that which was now glaring up at me.
"Bloodhound!" he yelled; "let me go--let me go, I say! Keep your hands off me! Is it not enough that my life has been ruined?
When is it all to end?
How long am I to endure it ?" "Hush, dear, hush!" said his wife in a soothing voice, passing her cool hand over his heated forehead.

"This is Doctor Easterling, from Stranraer.

He has not come to harm you, but to do you good." The general dropped wearily back upon his pillow, and I could see by the changed expression of his face that his delirium had left him, and that he understood what had been said.
I slipped my clinical thermometer into his armpit and counted his pulse rate.