"Does anyone know his name?" asked one.
"Yes; his name was Charlie Osborne."
There was a heartrending groan from the cushions and rugs.
"Here," cried a young medical student among the party to a passing surgeon, "you'd better come and have a look at this poor chap. He isn't as dead as you thought he was."
THE SURGEON CAME AND LOOKED AT MARGRAF.
The surgeon came and looked at Margraf.
"Isn't he?" he said, in his cool, professional way. "He is a good deal farther gone than I thought. He couldn't be gone much farther."