His pulses were beating so slowly that it was almost a miracle he lived.
Suddenly his mood changed.
His heart began throbbing and pumping out blood at terrific speed.
The color of his face was almost purple, and as he tried to stand up in the little boat his head fell back, and Max only saved him by a hair’s breadth.
Max was now alone.
Ibrahim lived, but was not only helpless, but in his delirium, dangerous to himself and his companion.
Selim was dead.
It grieved Max to have to throw the body overboard, but that was the only course which could be adopted.
Unstrapping the packages of food from the man’s back, he exerted all his strength and pushed the man overboard.
It was horrible.