CHAPTER X.BETWEEN DAY AND DARK.
From the beginning Galt Roscoe's fever was violent.

It had been hanging about him for a long time, and was the result of malarial poisoning.
I devoutly wished that we were in the Mediterranean instead of the Red Sea, where the heat was so great; but fortunately we should soon be there.

There was no other case of sickness on board, and I could devote plenty of time to him.

Offers of assistance in nursing were numerous, but I only encouraged those of the bookmaker, strange as this may seem; yet he was as gentle and considerate as a woman in the sick-room.

This was on the first evening of his attack.