The tears were flowing copiously down Dan's cheeks as he stood by while the surgeons examined Vincent's wound.
"Is he dead, sah ?" he sobbed as they lifted him up from his stooping position.
"Dead!" the surgeon repeated.

"Can't you see he is breathing, and did you not hear him groan when I examined his side?
He is a long way from being a dead man yet.

Some of his ribs are broken, and he has had a very nasty blow; but I do not think there is any cause for anxiety about him.
Pour a little wine down his throat, and sprinkle his face with water.
Raise his head and put a coat under it, and when he opens his eyes and begins to recover, don't let him move.

Then you can cut up the side of his jacket and down the sleeve, so as to get it off that side altogether.

Cut his shirt open, and bathe the wound with some water and bit of rag of any sort; it is not likely to bleed much.