It amounted to 120 per minute, and his temperature proved to be 104 degrees.

Clearly it was a case of remittent fever, such as occurs in men who have spent a great part of their lives in the tropics.
"There is no danger," I remarked.

"With a little quinine and arsenic we shall very soon overcome the attack and restore his health." "No danger, eh ?" he said.

"There never is any danger for me.

I am as hard to kill as the Wandering Jew.