CHAPTER NINETEEN.
AN UNEASY NIGHT.
Long with the agonising pain--for the sensations they experienced were exceedingly painful--there was confusion in their thoughts, and wandering in their speech.

The feeling was somewhat to that of sea-sickness in its worst form; and they felt that reckless indifference to death so characteristic of the sufferer from this very common, but not the less painful, complaint.

Had the sea, seething and surging against the beach so near them, broken beyond its boundaries, and swept over the spot where they lay, not one of them, in all probability, would have stirred hand or foot to remove themselves out of its reach.
Drowning--death in any form--would at that moment have seemed preferable to the tortures they were enduring.
They did not lie still.

At times one or another would get up and stray from under the tree.

But the nausea continued, accompanied by the horrid retching; their heads swam, their steps tottered, and staggering back, they would fling themselves down despairingly, hoping, almost praying, for death to put an end to their agonies.