Not a ship was in port, and DeGolyer took him to an inn and summoned such medical aid as the hamlet afforded.

The physician naturally gave the case a threatening color, and it followed that he was right, for at the close of the fourth day the patient gave no promise of improvement.
The innkeeper said that sometimes a month passed between the landing of ships at that point.

The fifth day came.

DeGolyer sat by the bedside of his friend, fanning him.

The doctor had called and had just taken his leave.
"Give me some water, Hank." "Ah, you are coming around all right, my boy," DeGolyer cried.