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TYPHUS FEVER.
The felon Rufus Dawes had stretched himself in his bunk and tried to sleep.

But though he was tired and sore, and his head felt like lead, he could not but keep broad awake.

The long pull through the pure air, if it had tired him, had revived him, and he felt stronger; but for all that, the fatal sickness that was on him maintained its hold; his pulse beat thickly, and his brain throbbed with unnatural heat.

Lying in his narrow space--in the semi-darkness--he tossed his limbs about, and closed his eyes in vain--he could not sleep.