"We expect you to cure him, and you had better get to work at once." Then his face grew troubled as he turned to Benson.
"How long has he been like that ?" he asked.
"The last two days.

I'm afraid he's very bad." Harding sat down with a smothered groan.

Every muscle seemed to ache; he could scarcely hold himself upright; and his heart was very heavy.
He would miss Blake terribly.

It was hard to think of going on without him; but he feared that this was inevitable.

He was filled with a deep pity for the helpless man; but after a few moments his weary face grew stern.