He was weak from exhaustion and want of food.

For the moment his emotions were easily aroused.
"Oh, it is pitiful," he almost whimpered.

"It cannot be!" With a gesture of despair he drew the sleeve of his thick jersey across his eyes to clear them from the gathering mist.

Then he tremblingly endeavored to open the neck of her dress and unclasp her corsets.

He had a vague notion that ladies in a fainting condition required such treatment, and he was desperately resolved to bring Iris Deane back to conscious existence if it were possible.