"You will see in a moment," he said, as if answering her thought,
and, reaching forward, he laid two fingers on Glass's pulse.
"Yes, in a moment now."
Sure enough, in a moment Glass's eyelids fluttered a little, and he
came back to life with an audible catch of the breath.
"In two minutes' time, sir"--the Doctor turned to Captain
Branscome--"I shall be glad of your services, and of Mr.
Goodfellow's, to carry the fellow down to the boat--that is to say,
if, in deference to the ladies, you have really decided not to leave
him here to his fate. He will sleep after this; nay, if you will
listen, he is sleeping already. The other man is dead, I suppose?"
"He must have died instantly," answered Captain Branscome, who had
stepped across to the body to assure himself.
"I had no doubt of it, by the way he dropped. Well, there is no need
to fetch a spade. Their thoughtfulness provided one. You will find
it in the boat there."
Half an hour later we embarked, leaving behind us on the beach a
scuttled boat, a mound of sand, and a chest of false jewellery, over
the top of which the rising tide had already begun to lap.
Aaron Glass lay along the bottom boards, asleep and breathing
apoplectically.
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