As he did so she said, "give some brandy to Paul, he cannot be dead, if I am alive." Paul all this time had never stirred.

He lay like a fallen statue, brown and stiff.

Margaret brushed the coarse black hair from off his face.

Captain Godfrey opened the Indian's jaws and put a spoonful of brandy into his mouth.

His muscles began to quiver, he trembled, he breathed, he moaned, and again relapsed into perfect quietness.