13/77 "Lam Das clean gone; not come any more. I could see he was more anxious about a message from his scout than about his own condition. "The rascal!" he moaned, with his eyes closed tight. "The rascal! he has betrayed me." And he tossed uneasily. Then I seated myself on a low stool by the bedside and took his hand in mine to feel his pulse. |