I saw that my friend was not intent on further effort, and occupied myself binding up my wrist, keeping a wary eye on the prostrate figure all the time.

When the attendants rushed in, and we turned our attention to him, his employment positively sickened me.

He was lying on his belly on the floor licking up, like a dog, the blood which had fallen from my wounded wrist.

He was easily secured, and to my surprise, went with the attendants quite placidly, simply repeating over and over again, "The blood is the life! The blood is the life!" I cannot afford to lose blood just at present.

I have lost too much of late for my physical good, and then the prolonged strain of Lucy's illness and its horrible phases is telling on me.