Mrs. Jakes surveyed him without emotion.
"He 's undone his collar, anyhow," she remarked.
"Did n't you do it?" asked Margaret, seeing the white ends that rose on each side of his chin.
"No; I forgot," was the answer. "He can't be very bad, since he did that."
Margaret detected the hand of Kamis in this precaution. She said nothing, but stooped with Mrs. Jakes to try to rouse the doctor. The sickening reek of the man's breath affronted her as she bent over him.
Mrs. Jakes shook him and called on him by name in a loud half-whisper, lowering her face close to his ear. She was persuasive, remonstrant; she had the manner of reasoning briskly with him and rousing him to better ways.
"Eustace, Eustace," she called, hushing her tones as though the night and the desert were perilous with ears. "Come, Eustace; you can get up if you try. Make just one effort, now, and you 'll be all right."
The gurgle of his breath was the only answer.
"We 'll have to lift him," she said, staring across his body at Margaret.
"All right," agreed the girl.