Underneath me seemed to be a dying man.

He was in a dreadful condition and at his last gasp, etc., and he made more row than the rest put together.

Reaching down and removing mattresses, he grasped my hand, jumped up and thanked me profusely for _saving_ his life.

He was not hurt a bit, indeed was the only man in the lot who escaped serious injury.

The men behaved much worse than the women.