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"
Who
is
he
?
"
One
of
our
Indians
.
Other
ones
beat
him
and
take
away
his
pay
.
He
come
back
to
us
.
Ready
now
to
take
letter
,
bring
rope
,
--
anything
.
"
To
take
a
letter
!
Why
not
?
Perhaps
he
might
bring
help
;
but
in
any
case
he
would
ensure
that
our
lives
were
not
spent
for
nothing
,
and
that
news
of
all
that
we
had
won
for
Science
should
reach
our
friends
at
home
.
I
had
two
completed
letters
already
waiting
.
I
would
spend
the
day
in
writing
a
third
,
which
would
bring
my
experiences
absolutely
up
to
date
.
The
Indian
could
bear
this
back
to
the
world
.
I
ordered
Zambo
,
therefore
,
to
come
again
in
the
evening
,
and
I
spent
my
miserable
and
lonely
day
in
recording
my
own
adventures
of
the
night
before
.
I
also
drew
up
a
note
,
to
be
given
to
any
white
merchant
or
captain
of
a
steam-boat
whom
the
Indian
could
find
,
imploring
them
to
see
that
ropes
were
sent
to
us
,
since
our
lives
must
depend
upon
it
.
These
documents
I
threw
to
Zambo
in
the
evening
,
and
also
my
purse
,
which
contained
three
English
sovereigns
.
These
were
to
be
given
to
the
Indian
,
and
he
was
promised
twice
as
much
if
he
returned
with
the
ropes
.
So
now
you
will
understand
,
my
dear
Mr.
McArdle
,
how
this
communication
reaches
you
,
and
you
will
also
know
the
truth
,
in
case
you
never
hear
again
from
your
unfortunate
correspondent
.
To-night
I
am
too
weary
and
too
depressed
to
make
my
plans
.
To-morrow
I
must
think
out
some
way
by
which
I
shall
keep
in
touch
with
this
camp
,
and
yet
search
round
for
any
traces
of
my
unhappy
friends
.
Just
as
the
sun
was
setting
upon
that
melancholy
night
I
saw
the
lonely
figure
of
the
Indian
upon
the
vast
plain
beneath
me
,
and
I
watched
him
,
our
one
faint
hope
of
salvation
,
until
he
disappeared
in
the
rising
mists
of
evening
which
lay
,
rose-tinted
from
the
setting
sun
,
between
the
far-off
river
and
me
.
It
was
quite
dark
when
I
at
last
turned
back
to
our
stricken
camp
,
and
my
last
vision
as
I
went
was
the
red
gleam
of
Zambo
's
fire
,
the
one
point
of
light
in
the
wide
world
below
,
as
was
his
faithful
presence
in
my
own
shadowed
soul
.
And
yet
I
felt
happier
than
I
had
done
since
this
crushing
blow
had
fallen
upon
me
,
for
it
was
good
to
think
that
the
world
should
know
what
we
had
done
,
so
that
at
the
worst
our
names
should
not
perish
with
our
bodies
,
but
should
go
down
to
posterity
associated
with
the
result
of
our
labors
.
It
was
an
awesome
thing
to
sleep
in
that
ill-fated
camp
;
and
yet
it
was
even
more
unnerving
to
do
so
in
the
jungle
.
One
or
the
other
it
must
be
.
Prudence
,
on
the
one
hand
,
warned
me
that
I
should
remain
on
guard
,
but
exhausted
Nature
,
on
the
other
,
declared
that
I
should
do
nothing
of
the
kind
.
I
climbed
up
on
to
a
limb
of
the
great
gingko
tree
,
but
there
was
no
secure
perch
on
its
rounded
surface
,
and
I
should
certainly
have
fallen
off
and
broken
my
neck
the
moment
I
began
to
doze
.
I
got
down
,
therefore
,
and
pondered
over
what
I
should
do
.
Finally
,
I
closed
the
door
of
the
zareba
,
lit
three
separate
fires
in
a
triangle
,
and
having
eaten
a
hearty
supper
dropped
off
into
a
profound
sleep
,
from
which
I
had
a
strange
and
most
welcome
awakening
.
In
the
early
morning
,
just
as
day
was
breaking
,
a
hand
was
laid
upon
my
arm
,
and
starting
up
,
with
all
my
nerves
in
a
tingle
and
my
hand
feeling
for
a
rifle
,
I
gave
a
cry
of
joy
as
in
the
cold
gray
light
I
saw
Lord
John
Roxton
kneeling
beside
me
.
It
was
he
--
and
yet
it
was
not
he
.
I
had
left
him
calm
in
his
bearing
,
correct
in
his
person
,
prim
in
his
dress
.
Now
he
was
pale
and
wild-eyed
,
gasping
as
he
breathed
like
one
who
has
run
far
and
fast
.
His
gaunt
face
was
scratched
and
bloody
,
his
clothes
were
hanging
in
rags
,
and
his
hat
was
gone
.
I
stared
in
amazement
,
but
he
gave
me
no
chance
for
questions
.
He
was
grabbing
at
our
stores
all
the
time
he
spoke
.
"
Quick
,
young
fellah
!
Quick
!
"
he
cried
.
"
Every
moment
counts
.
Get
the
rifles
,
both
of
them
.
I
have
the
other
two
.
Now
,
all
the
cartridges
you
can
gather
.
Fill
up
your
pockets
.
Now
,
some
food
.
Half
a
dozen
tins
will
do
.
That
's
all
right
!
Do
n't
wait
to
talk
or
think
.
Get
a
move
on
,
or
we
are
done
!
"
