Sometimes the old man relapsed into a state of , several hours. Then life seemed to have from him . A clay-like pallor over-spread his face, he had the lips and open, glassy eyes of a , and he scarcely breathed. Then they sent post-haste for the doctor, who sprinkled him with camphor, gave him oxygen and produced artificial . The old man slowly came to, rolling his eyes.  
"Another minute and it would have been death,"............