His own experience had acquainted him with violence and bloodshed, but in spite of that fact he shuddered slightly as he gazed on the unconscious form.
It was that of a young man of splendid physique, with a closely shaven face, short blond hair, and a magnificent pair of shoulders.
Beyond the fact that he knew the face wore no beard he could scarce have told if it were white or black.

From chin to hair it was covered with stiffened blood.
The doctor came to his side.
"Looks bad, doesn't he ?" he said cheerfully.

"Thought it wasn't the cold.

Heart beating too fast, pulse too active.

Ah--hot water if you please, Philip!" He loosened the man's coat and shirt, and a few moments later, when Philip brought a towel and a basin of water, he rose from his examination.
"Just in time--as I said before," he exclaimed with satisfaction.