"I must go down to the _dak-bungalow_," he said, with decision.
Swift protest rose to the doctor's lips, but it died there.

He tightened his hold instead, and went with him.
The colonel looked round sharply at their approach, looked--and swore under his breath.

"Yes, all right, major, you'd better go," he said.
"Good-bye." Merryon essayed a grim smile, but his ashen face only twisted convulsively, showing his set teeth.

He hung on Macfarlane's shoulder while the first black cloud of agony possessed him and slowly passed.
Then, white and shaking, he stood up.

"I'll get round to the _dak_ now, before I'm any worse.