"Dead--Oh, my God!" he whispered, and was a long time silent.
Harbison despatched Shrimplin and Custer in quest of a physician, and he and Watt busied themselves with removing Marshall's wet clothes.

When this was done they washed the blood-stains from his face.

He did not speak while they were thus occupied; his eyes, wide and staring, were fixed on vacancy.

He was seeing only that still figure on the bed in the room adjoining.
There was a brisk step on the stairs and they were joined by Doctor Taylor.
"I declare, Marsh, I am sorry for this.

You must have had quite a tumble, how did you manage it ?" he said, as he approached the bed.
Langham's eyes lost something of their intentness as they were turned toward the physician, but he did not answer him.