But, for the matter of that, so's his infernal soaking.' 'Never mind.

Leave him alone.

When he has come to his senses again we'll carry him off from this place and let him breathe clean air.

Poor Dick! I don't envy you, Torp, when his eyes fail.' 'Yes, it will be a case of "God help the man who's chained to our Davie." The worst is that we don't know when it will happen, and I believe the uncertainty and the waiting have sent Dick to the whiskey more than anything else.' 'How the Arab who cut his head open would grin if he knew!' 'He's at perfect liberty to grin if he can.

He's dead.