"Useless."
"Then don't say so out loud, as he's not yet unconscious."
The poor fellow gripped my hand as proof. The physician blushed
scarlet.
"I'll give him an injection of ether and then you take him in your cart
to the nearest hospital--it's Provins--twenty miles from here."
He jabbed in the needle, and then handing it with a phial to me:
"Here--take this. I'm clearing out. Got a wife and baby to save. Keep
his heart going--there's a ghost of a chance. Adieu!"