FOOTNOTES:
[6] Tcha-tcha, "hurry up" (Zulu).
CHAPTER VII
"IN THE SECOND DOG-WATCH"
All through the tropics, Pedro, under the influence of his solitary confinement, had been becoming more and more morose and despondent.
He hardly touched the wretched fare which was placed before him, and had wasted to a shadow of his former self.
His fierce black eyes glittered out of a sallow, heavily-lined face, upon which the lowering scowl daily became deeper and deeper.
His ragged moustache was broken and torn by chewing, whilst his lower lip hung sore and bleeding from the constant gnawing of his teeth.
"It's a cert," remarked Broncho, "that that bowie-whirlin' dago is due to go flutterin' from his limb one o' these days. He's lookin' 'bout ready to break camp for the etarnal beyond; his vittles no longer gives him joy, an' he just sets thar an' wilts."