Neither Ralston nor Monck stirred a finger.

They were watching closely with bated breath.
Tommy's breathing was wholly imperceptible, but in that long, long pause she fancied she saw a slight tremor at his throat.

Then the liquid that had been in the spoon began to trickle out at the corner of his mouth.
She stood up, turning instinctively to the man beside her.

"Oh, it's no use," she said hopelessly.
He bent swiftly forward.

"Let me try! Quick, Ralston! Have it ready! That's it.