He is badly wounded, and is unconscious.
Sometimes he lies for hours without moving; sometimes he talks to himself but, as I cannot understand the language, I know not what he says; but sometimes he certainly calls upon you.

He uses your name often.
"I do what I can for him, but it is very little.

I bathe his forehead with water, and pour it between his lips.

Of course he can eat nothing, but I keep the water my rice is boiled in and, when it is cool, give it him to drink.

There is some strength in it." "Then nothing can be done, at present," Stanley said.