Pour some brandy into his mouth while I hold the ice aside.

_Don't_ take off your gloves.
The flask will stick to your fingers." Maggie obeyed with her usual breezy readiness, turning to nod reassurance to Etta, who, truth to tell, had pulled up the rime-covered windows, shutting out the whole scene.
"He must come inside," said Maggie.

"We are nice and warm with all the hot-water cans." Paul looked rather dubiously toward the sleigh.
"You can carry him, I suppose ?" said the girl cheerfully.

"He is not very big--he is all fur coat." Etta looked rather disgusted, but made no objection, while Paul lifted the frozen man into the seat he had just vacated.
"When you are cold I will drive," cried Maggie, as Paul shut the door.
"I should love it." Thus it came about that a single sleigh was speeding across the plain of Tver.
Paul, with the composure that comes of a large experience, gathered the reins in his two hands, driving with both and with extended arms, after the manner of Russian yemschiks.

For a man must accommodate himself to circumstance, and fingerless gloves are not conducive to a finished style of handling the ribbons.
This driver knew that the next station was twenty miles off; that at any moment the horses might break down or plunge into a drift.