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 *tents of the other instrument were injected into it and Dr. Herschel told him to lie down, which he did.

"Really interested, I, too, watched results.

"'Eureka!' Dr. Herschel shouted, springing to the side of Wing who lay gasping for breath, with every symptom of snake-bite poisoning.

"'Thank you, Doctor,' I said, 'justice will neither call you a murderer nor that poor, accursed piece of flesh a felon.'

"He made no reply, only with finger on pulse remained immovable. An hour passed and still Dr. Herschel made no sign. Unable longer to endure the strain, I said, 'Is he conscious?'

"'No. Prepare me a hypodermic of strychnine sulphate gr. one-fortieth,' handing me the instrument and bottle of tablets. This given, he again placed his fingers over Wing's pulse. Wing was fast sinking into a state of coma and every breath drawn seemed shorter.

"'Nitro-glycerine, quick!' called the doctor.

"Again the syringe was filled and emptied.