And as it spread it drew a sparkling film over the marbled flesh and little wisps of vapour rose from it.

The Norseman's mighty chest heaved with agony.

His hands clenched.

The Russian gave a grunt of satisfaction at this, dropped a little more of the liquid, and then, watching closely, grunted again and leaned back.

Huldricksson's laboured breathing ceased, his head dropped upon Larry's knee, and from his arms and hands the whiteness swiftly withdrew.
Marakinoff arose and contemplated us--almost benevolently.
"He will all right be in five minutes," he said.