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The
Frenchman
called
faintly
.
The
man
turned
,
and
rising
,
came
toward
the
shelter
.
His
face
was
very
handsome
--
the
handsomest
,
thought
D'Arnot
,
that
he
had
ever
seen
.
Stooping
,
he
crawled
into
the
shelter
beside
the
wounded
officer
,
and
placed
a
cool
hand
upon
his
forehead
.
D'Arnot
spoke
to
him
in
French
,
but
the
man
only
shook
his
head
--
sadly
,
it
seemed
to
the
Frenchman
.
Then
D'Arnot
tried
English
,
but
still
the
man
shook
his
head
.
Italian
,
Spanish
and
German
brought
similar
discouragement
.
D'Arnot
knew
a
few
words
of
Norwegian
,
Russian
,
Greek
,
and
also
had
a
smattering
of
the
language
of
one
of
the
West
Coast
negro
tribes
--
the
man
denied
them
all
.
After
examining
D'Arnot
's
wounds
the
man
left
the
shelter
and
disappeared
.
In
half
an
hour
he
was
back
with
fruit
and
a
hollow
gourd-like
vegetable
filled
with
water
.
D'Arnot
drank
and
ate
a
little
.
He
was
surprised
that
he
had
no
fever
.
Again
he
tried
to
converse
with
his
strange
nurse
,
but
the
attempt
was
useless
.
Suddenly
the
man
hastened
from
the
shelter
only
to
return
a
few
minutes
later
with
several
pieces
of
bark
and
--
wonder
of
wonders
--
a
lead
pencil
.
Squatting
beside
D'Arnot
he
wrote
for
a
minute
on
the
smooth
inner
surface
of
the
bark
;
then
he
handed
it
to
the
Frenchman
.
