There was a moment's pause; then the sheriff bent his stern face towards the prisoner.
"Man, who art lying there on the ground—"
He paused.
"Man," he cried, "do you hear me?"
The man did not move.
"In the name of the law," said the sheriff, "open your eyes."
The man's lids remained closed.
The sheriff turned to the doctor, who was standing on his left.
"Doctor, give your diagnostic."
"Probe, da diagnosticum," said the serjeant.