"We're both English right enough." Monty raised a flushed face and gazed with bloodshot eyes at the man who was surveying him so calmly.

Then he gave a little gurgling cry and turned away.

Captain Francis started and moved a step towards him.

There was a puzzled look in his face--as though he were making an effort to recall something familiar.
"What is the matter with him ?" he asked Trent.
"Drink!" "Then why the devil don't you see that he doesn't get too much ?" the newcomer said sharply.

"Don't you know what it means in this climate?
Why, he's on the high-road to a fever now.