At my words she stepped quickly forward and laid her hand on my forehead. The fever had gone. With a little cry she turned, and I heard her say to someone in the cabin, "His face is as cool as my own!"
In came Gideon North, then, and in the door appeared Arnold.
"Bless me, boy!" Captain North cried, "you're on the mend at last."
"I think I am," I returned. "What happened to me?"
"Happened to you? A touch of African fever, my lad, on top of a dastardly stab."
"Where's Neil Gleazen?" I cried.
"Oh, he's getting along better than he deserves. Our friend Lamont, here, spitted him delicately; but he escaped the fever and has had an easier time of it by far than you, my lad."
He once more counted my pulse. "Fine," he said in his heartiest voice, "fine enough. Now turn over and rest."
"But I've been resting for days and days," I protested. "I want to talk now and hear all the news."