For a moment he hesitated.

He knew that the flask had not been among Amory's belongings and that he himself had never seen it before.

But the odour was, he thought, unmistakable, and so powerful that already he felt as if the liquor were racing through his own veins.

He touched it to his lips; it was like a full draught of some marvelous elixir.

Sudden confidence sat upon St.George, and thanking his guiding stars for the fortunate chance, he unhesitatingly set the flask to the old man's lips.
There was a long-drawn, shuddering breath, a fluttering of the eyelids, a movement of the limbs, and after that old Malakh lay quite still upon the stones.