But he grew weaker and weaker.

Also the wounds in the thigh began to suppurate.
The Kaffirs whom we had with us were of little use in such a case, so that all the nursing fell on me.

Luckily, beyond a shaking, the leopard had done me no hurt, and I was very strong in those days.

Still the lack of rest told on me, since I dared not sleep for more than half an hour or so at a time.

At length came a morning when I was quite worn out.
There lay poor Scroope turning and muttering in the little tent, and there I sat by his side, wondering whether he would live to see another dawn, or if he did, for how long I should be able to tend him.