Ha! you infernal French Quack, you call it death, do you?
I call it suspended animation from pressure on the brain!" Max appeared with the black bag.
Ignatius Wetzel selected two fearful instruments, bright and new, and hugged them to his bosom.

"My little boys," he said, tenderly, as if they were his children; "my blessed little boys, come to work!" He turned to the assistant.

"Do you remember the battle of Solferino, Max--and the Austrian soldier I operated on for a wound on the head ?" The assistant's sleepy eyes opened wide; he was evidently interested.

"I remember," he said.

"I held the candle." The master led the way to the bed.
"I am not satisfied with the result of that operation at Solferino," he said; "I have wanted to try again ever since.