A BARBARIC ORDEAL When Paul awoke the next morning just after daylight, he did not feel very good.

Accustomed all his life to fresh air and infinite spaces, the close, hot little log house oppressed him.

His head felt heavy and his lungs choked.

Jim felt likewise and made audible complaint, but the door was soon opened, and again it was Luiz and a comrade with food.
"Luiz, you ain't no beauty an' you can't talk a real decent language," said Long Jim, "but I'm pow'ful glad to see you." The words were foreign to Luiz, but he understood Long Jim's tone.

He smiled and showed his white teeth, but when his glance fell upon Paul he became sad.