He has grown so thin, eats very little, and doesn't sleep.

He is old, you know, and, despite his zeal, this border life is telling on him." "Dave, I believe he knows it.

Poor, earnest old man! He never says a word about himself, yet he must know he is going down hill.

Well, we all begin, sooner or later, that descent which ends in the grave.

I believe we might stir Nellie by telling her Mr.Wells' health is breaking." "Let us try." A hurried knock on the door interrupted their conversation.
"Come in," said Edwards.
The door opened to admit a man, who entered eagerly.
"Jim! Jim!" exclaimed both missionaries, throwing themselves upon the newcomer.
It was, indeed, Jim, but no answering smile lighted his worn, distressed face while he wrung his friends' hands.
"You're not hurt ?" asked Dave.
"No, I'm uninjured." "Tell us all.