"Why?"
"You'll wake him up."
"But you can see I'm not waking him," said Mazeroux, without lowering his tone.
"That's true, that's true," whispered Don Luis, astonished that the sound of that voice had not disturbed the sleeper.
And he felt himself overcome with the same anguish that had seized upon him in the middle of the night, a more clearly defined anguish, although he would not, although he dared not, try to realize the reason of it.
"What's the matter with you, Chief? You're looking like nothing on earth.
What is it?"
"Nothing—nothing. I'm frightened—"
Mazeroux shuddered.
"Frightened of what? You say that just as he did last night."
"Yes … yes … and for the same reason."