He got up at two o'clock, crazed with fever, dressed himself, and went out into the rainy night.

He went ashore in the mud and bushes, and, guided more by instinct than by any conscious thought, he started up the wagon-track along the river bank.

His furious fever drove him on, talking to himself, and splashing recklessly into the pools of rain-water standing in the road.

He never remembered his debarkation.

He must have fallen once or twice, for he was covered with mud when he rang the alarm at the castle.