He tottered for a moment, as though striving by the mere force of his will to keep his feet; then, with another groan, deeper and more agonizing than the first, he fell heavily to the ground.
Quickly Boone and Kenton left their covert in the thicket, and hastened to his side.
Again he lay in a swoon, senseless, as before; the swollen veins marked the white forehead, and the waxy drops of perspiration formed a strange contrast.
CHAPTER XXXIV.
THE RETURN TO POINT PLEASANT.
“Now I know what was the matter with him before!” cried Boone, as he knelt by Lark’s side.
“One of these fits, eh?”
“Yes.”
Slowly Lark’s scattered senses came back to him. With a vacant look he gazed into the faces of the two men who knelt by his side.
“By hookey, you’ve had a rough time of it,” said Boone.