During the afternoon we lifted him into a chair and gave him an alcoholic vapor bath, and then set about putting him on the bed again.

We had to be exceedingly careful, for the least jar produced pain.

Gardiner had his shoulders and I his legs; in an unfortunate moment I stumbled and the patient fell heavily on the bed in an agony of torture.

I never heard a man swear so in my life.

He raved like a maniac, and tried to snatch a revolver from the table--but I got it.
He ordered me out of the house, and swore a world of oaths that he would kill me wherever he caught me when he got on his feet again.