The foreman took it and placed it under Zorzi's head.
"We must get a surgeon to dress his wound," said the foreman.
"I will send for one," answered Giovanni.

"Is there anything you want now ?" he asked, with an attempt to speak kindly to the valuable piece of property that lay helpless before him.
"Water," said Zorzi very faintly.

"And feed the fire--it must be time." The foreman dipped a cupful of water from an earthen jar, held up his head and helped him to drink.

Giovanni pushed some wood into the furnace.
"I will send for a surgeon," he repeated, and went out.
Zorzi closed his eyes, and the foreman stood looking at him.
"Do not stay here," Zorzi said.

"You can do nothing for me, and the surgeon will come presently." Then the foreman also left him, and he was alone.