The chief officer came, looking sheepish.

It was manifestly a great relief when he found that the "ghost" was unconscious.
"Oh, that's nothing," he cried, in response to his junior's eager demand for information as to the treatment best fitted for such emergencies.

"They all drop in a heap like that w'en they're worried.
Fust you takes orf their gloves an' boots, then you undoes their stays an' rips open their dresses at the necks.

One of you rubs their 'ands an' another their feet, an' you dabs cold water on their foreheads, an' burn brown paper under their noses.

In between whiles you give 'em a drink, stiff as you can make it.