Ibrahim continued to sleep.
That was a good sign, and if only the delirium left him when he awoke, Max made sure all would be well.
He managed to convey to the chief a desire to be alone, and the boat was again raised on the shoulders of the deputy chiefs and carried to a large house which the chief had set apart for his honored guests.
Max was hungry, and when food was brought he ate heartily.
He had no idea of what the dish was composed, neither did he, at that time, care.
He was too hungry to be fastidious.
He reserved some of the savory food for Ibrahim, and motioned the natives to leave the place.
All that day Max stayed by Ibrahim’s side, and awaited his awakening.
His devoted patience was rewarded, and toward night Ibrahim awoke and raised his head.
“Are we alive?” he asked.