Then a burst of oaths broke from them, and De Vivonne caught the false doctor by the throat, and hurling him down, would have choked him upon the spot, had the others not dragged them apart.
"You lying dog!" he cried.

"Is this your skill?
The man has fled, and we are ruined!" "He has done it in his death-struggle," gasped the other hoarsely, sitting up and rubbing his throat.

"I tell you that he was _in extremis_.

He cannot be far off." "That is true.

He cannot be far off," cried De Vivonne.