Something in it, low and suppressed, made him turn so quickly that by a clumsy twist of his fingers the lamp was extinguished.

He lighted it again and faced the doctor.

McGill was upon his knees, terribly pale.
"Good Heaven!" he gasped.

"What's the matter ?" "Nothing, nothing, Phil--it was he! He let it out of him so unexpectedly that it startled me." "I thought it was your voice," said Philip.
"No, no, it was his.

See, he is returning to consciousness." The wounded man's eyes opened slowly, and closed again.