He'll come to life when he sees this!" They had left Klopp lying on the deck.

He had been one of the first to leap at White Henshaw, and a bullet from the captain's revolver had torn its way through his lungs; his eyes were glazing fast when two of the firemen carried him into the outer cabin of White Henshaw and placed him in an armchair beside the desk.
"How are you, Klopp ?" asked Hovey.
"I am dying," answered the engineer, and a faint pink froth bubbled to his lips as he spoke.
Hovey merely laughed; he spilled Klopp's share of the gold across the surface of the table, a gleaming pile.
"How are you, Klopp ?" he repeated.
"I will live," croaked the dying man, and instantly his clutches were among the hundreds of coins, and his red mouth grinned with a ghastly joy.

He had forgotten death.
"You will live!" rumbled Sam Hall.

"A man would be a fool to die when there's so much money in sight.

Where's your hurt ?" "I have no hurt," whispered Klopp hoarsely, "but I'm on fire inside.
Water! Something to drink!" "Something to drink, but not water," responded Hovey.