And I am convinced now that your case is one where whiskey might give you a fighting chance." "Doctor! What're you saying ?" ejaculated Lane, wide-eyed with incredulity.
Doctor Bronson enlarged upon and emphasized his statement.
"I might _live_!" whispered Lane.

"My God!...

But that is ridiculous.
I'm shot to pieces.

I'm really tired of living.

And I certainly wouldn't become a drunkard to save my life." At this juncture the osteopath entered, putting an end to that intimate conversation.