In a business like this a dog is more useful than man, for he can smell what one can't see.

Now, if you feel better, Doctor, please look at Mr.
Higgs, for I fear he's gone." I looked, and, although I did not say so, was of the same opinion.

His jaw had fallen, and he lay limp and senseless; his eyes I could not see, because of the black spectacles.
"Water," I said, and Quick poured some into his mouth, where it vanished.
Still he did not stir, so I opened his garments and felt his heart.
At first I could detect nothing; then there was the slightest possible flutter.
"There's hope," I said in answer to the questioning looks.

"You don't happen to have any brandy, do you ?" I added.
"Never travelled without it yet, Doctor," replied Quick indignantly, producing a metal flask.
"Give him some," I said, and the Sergeant obeyed with liberality and almost instantaneous effect, for Higgs sat up gasping and coughing.
"Brandy; filthy stuff; teetotaller! Cursed trick! Never forgive you.
Water, water," he spluttered in a thick, low voice.
We gave it to him, and he drank copiously, until we would let him have no more indeed.

Then, by degrees, his senses came back to him.