"No, not dead," he exclaimed; "but he's sinking fast, and there's only
one remedy. You can leave him to die, or you can save him, Mrs.
Chantrey. There is no one else to nurse him, and every moment is
precious to me. Here's a brandy-flask. Give him some at once; force a
few drops through his teeth, and watch the effect it has upon him. As he
swallows it give him a little more every few minutes. Watch him
carefully; it will be life or death with him. If I can get down again
I'll come in to see you, but I am badly wanted on deck this moment.
There's enough there, but not too much, remember. Get him warm, if
possible. God bless you, Mrs. Chantrey."
He had been busily heaping rugs and blankets upon his friend's
insensible form; and now, with a hearty grasp of the hand, and an
earnest glance into her face, he hurried away, leaving Sophy alone once
more.
A shudder of terror ran through her, and she called to him not to leave
her; but he did not hear. She stood in the middle of the cabin, looking
around as if for help, but there was none. The craving, which had been
starved within her by the forced abstinence of the last few weeks, awoke
again with insufferable fierceness.
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