Rest here till I return; I am going to fetch a doctor." The little fellow looked at me with wondering, pathetic eyes, and tried to smile.

He pointed to his throat, and made an effort to speak, but vainly.

Then he crouched down in the grass and writhed in torture like a hunted animal wounded to the death.

I left him and walked on rapidly; reaching the harbor, where the heat was sulphurous and intense, I found a few scared-looking men standing aimlessly about, to whom I explained the boy's case, and appealed for assistance.

They all hung back--none of them would accompany me, not even for the gold I offered.