The more I turned it over in my mind the more its dangers and difficulties increased.
I paced the floor with quick and anxious step, scarcely aware of Bulger’s solicitude.
He was at my heels with vain coaxings, trying to quiet me down.
At last, in blank despair, I threw myself in a chair.
Bulger raised himself on his hind legs and gazed inquiringly into my face.
His tongue was out.
He was suffering from the heat.
For the first time I became aware of my condition.
The perspiration was streaming down my face. Suddenly a new idea flashed though my mind and helped out the old one.
Said I to myself: