It still beats feebly.

Give him his share of the food and fuel still stored in the boat, and Frank may live through it.

Leave him neglected where he lies, and his death is a question of hours--perhaps minutes; who knows?
Richard Wardour lifts the sleeper's head and rests it against the cavern side.

He goes to the boat, and returns with a billet of wood.

He stoops to place the wood on the fire--and stops.