It's those damn headaches, I believe.

I was afraid of them.

I had a feeling--no, I don't know what I'm talking about.

Help me into my bunk." But when I got him into his bunk he again buried his face in his hands, covering his eyes, and as I turned to go I could hear him murmuring, "I am a sick man, a very sick man." Maud looked at me inquiringly as I emerged.

I shook my head, saying: "Something has happened to him.