It was not long before he was fast asleep.
Before he went to his own quarters, Gregory looked in upon the stranger to find him sleeping heavily, one arm thrown above his head.
"Poor beggar!" said the kind-hearted Englishman, as he looked down at him.

"One meets some extraordinary characters out here.

But I think he's the strangest that has come into my experience." The words had scarcely left his lips before the stranger was sitting up in bed with a look of abject terror in his eyes.

The sweat of a living fear was streaming down his face.

Gregory ran to him and placed his arm about him.
"What's the matter ?" he asked.