Boyton sat down and mechanically took the measure every time it was handed to him and drank.

He tried to listen to the conversation of his strange comrades, but found himself dozing.

The uproar made by the twelve, who had seldom experienced such a windfall, awakened the landlord's wife who entered the room and began to question the roysterers in a very emphatic manner.

Going to Boyton, she lifted the rubber from his forehead and turning angrily to men, exclaimed: "Can't you understand?
This man has febbre del fuoco." Taking the measure of wine away from Paul, she ordered her husband to build a fire and began to take off the rubber dress, in which she was assisted by some of the men.

When the tunic was off, steam arose from the voyager's body as from a boiler, and when the pantaloons were removed, the good hostess unceremoniously ordered the twelve apostles into the street.