When, in half an hour, Van Horn's sweat culminated in profusion, it marked the breaking of the malarial attack.

Great physical relief was his, and the last mists of delirium ebbed from his brain.

But he was left limply weak, and, after tossing off the blankets and recognizing Jerry, he fell into a refreshing natural sleep.
Not till two hours later did he awake and start to go on deck.

Half-way up the companion, he deposited Jerry on deck and went back to the stateroom for a forgotten bottle of quinine.

But he did not immediately return to Jerry.