There, at least, we had air and pure running water.
I asked a few questions from the retired gentleman as to the possibility of obtaining sufficient bearers in the village.

As I supposed, any number were forthcoming immediately.

Your Nepaulese is by nature a beast of burden; he can carry anything up and down the mountains, and spends his life in the act of carrying.
I pulled out my pencil, tore a leaf from my note-book, and scribbled a hasty note to Hilda: "The invalid is--whom do you think ?--Sebastian! He is dangerously ill with some malignant fever.

I am bringing him down into camp to nurse.

Get everything ready for him." Then I handed it over to a messenger, found for me by the retired gentleman, to carry to Hilda.