He fell over on one side.
Every atom of colour had faded from his cheeks.

Quest leaned over him with a frown.

The man was in a stupor without a doubt, but it was a physical state of unconsciousness into which he had subsided.

He felt his pulse, unbuttoned his coat, and listened for a moment to the beating of his heart.

Then he crossed the room, fetched the pitcher of water and dashed some of its contents in Craig's face.