"Bring me a sponge and some cold water," he said.
They were brought.
He bathed the face of the old man, who presently opened his eyes and said, feebly: "Where am I?"
"You're in the land of the living, squire," answered Crane; "but you wouldn't have been long if I hadn't taken you out of the burning room. Do you know how the fire started?"
"It was my fault," said Mr. Nugent, feebly. "I was lighting my pipe, when I began to feel sick. The match must have ignited the curtains. I staggered to the door, but could go no farther. I sank to the floor, and I remember no more. Is the fire still burning?" he asked, anxiously.
"The firemen are here, and it will soon be out. Here is some one who will tell us."
At this point Gerald entered the room.
"Is the fire out?" asked Alonzo.
"It soon will be. The firemen are busy in the room."
"I—I wish there were a doctor here. I feel overcome!"