"Stand off, good people!" he cried, "give him air!"
"Lay him down," called out a woman from the crowd.
"Stand him upon his feet," shouted another.
"Give him wine," growled a stout fellow who was driving a loaded sled.
"Yes! yes, give him wine!" echoed everybody.
Ludwig and Lambert shouted in concert:
"Wine! wine! Who has wine!"
A sleepy-eyed Dutchman began to fumble mysteriously under the heaviest of blue jackets, saying as he did so:
"Not so much noise, young masters, not so much noise! The boy was a fool to faint off like a girl."
"Wine, quick!" cried Peter who, with Ben's help, was rubbing Jacob from head to foot.