So he was silent for a moment, wiping the perspiration away and struggling against the fear which was turning the blood to ice in his veins.

For Trent's face was not pleasant to look upon.
"Anything else ?" Da Souza pulled himself together.

"Yes," he said; "what I have said is as nothing.

It is scandalous, and it would make talk, but it is nothing.
There is something else." "Well ?" "You had a partner whom you deserted." "It is a lie! I carried him on my back for twenty hours with a pack of yelling niggers behind.

We were lost, and I myself was nigh upon a dead man.