They were cutting the linen away.
'It was the pistol,' Sir George answered.
Major Morris's face fell, and he groaned.

'Good G--d!' he said, staring before him.

'What a position I am in! I suppose--I suppose, sir, his pistol was not primed ?' 'I am afraid not,' Soane answered.
He was still in his shirt, and bareheaded; but as he spoke one of several onlookers, whom the clatter of steel had drawn to the spot, brought his coat and waistcoat, and held them while he put them on.
Another handed his hat and wig, a third brought his shoes and knelt and buckled them; a fourth his kerchief.

All these services he accepted freely, and was unconscious of them--as unconscious as he was of the eager deference, the morbid interest, with which they waited on him, eyed him, and stared at him.

His own thoughts, eyes, attention, were fixed on the group about the fallen man; and when the elder surgeon glanced over his shoulder, as wanting help, he strode to them.
'If we had a chair here, and could move him at once,' the smug gentleman whispered, 'I think we might do.' 'I have a chair.