He was scratched all over, but the only serious wounds were a bite through the muscles of the left upper arm and three deep cuts in the right thigh just where it joins the body, caused by a stroke of the leopard's claws.

I gave him a dose of laudanum to send him to sleep and dressed these hurts as best I could.

For three days he went on quite well.

Indeed, the wounds had begun to heal healthily when suddenly some kind of fever took him, caused, I suppose, by the poison of the leopard's fangs or claws.
Oh! what a terrible week was that which followed! He became delirious, raving continually of all sorts of things, and especially of Miss Margaret Manners.

I kept up his strength as well as was possible with soup made from the flesh of game, mixed with a little brandy which I had.