David.
Now do my bidding, orderly and swift;
And we may save from death a fellow-man.
Peter, relieve him of those frozen shoes,
And wrap his feet in flannel. This way, Ruth!
Administer that cordial yourself.
John, you are strong, and that rough hand of yours
Will chafe him well. Work with a will, I say!
* * * * *
My hand is on his heart, and I can feel
Both warmth and motion. If we persevere,
He will be saved. Work with a will, I say!
* * * * *
A groan? Ha! That is good. Another groan?
Better and better!
Ruth.
It is down at last!—
A spoonful of the cordial. His breath
Comes feebly, but is warm upon my hand.
David.
Give him brisk treatment, and persistent, too;
And we shall be rewarded presently,
For there is life in him.