that no sooner had I stretched myself out than I fell fast asleep.

CHAPTER THIRTY TWO.

ANOTHER NIGHT HORROR.

I had no idea how long I had been asleep when all at once I started into
wakefulness, feeling that we were in danger.

I did not know what the danger might be, but that there was something
about to happen I was sure.

It was very dark in our narrow shed, and nearly dark out beyond our
feet, only that a faint glow from our fire made one or two tree trunks
stand out like dark sentinels just on the other side.

My uncle was so near that I could have wakened him by just moving one
hand, but remembering that other night I shrank from wakening him
without cause.

"I've got another fever fit coming on," I said to myself; but all the
same I did not feel so, only startled and timid, and to encourage myself
I thought that I must have had a bad dream.

But no; I could remember no dream. It seemed as if I had sunk at once
into a profound sleep from which I had just wakened fancying that we
were in danger.

Then I lay quite still listening to my uncle's breathing, and thinking
how helpless and unprotected we were out in that wild place, not even
having Ebo with us now.

But what was there to fear, I asked myself as I recalled my uncle's
words, that he was certain there were no wild beasts in such an island
as this, and there were no other inhabitants than ourselves.

Yes, I could think of all this, and it ought to have made me more
comfortable; but no, there was still that curious feeling of being in
danger, and I felt as certain as if I could see it, that something was
coming to attack us.

Then as I could neither see nor hear anything I began once more to
conclude that I must be suffering from another attack of fever, and I
lifted my hand to awaken my uncle, so that he might give me some quinine
again.

Then I recollected that the medicine was in one of our boxes right away
from where we were, for we were lost in the forest, and it would be
impossible to move until the sun was up once more. So there I lay till
another change came over me, and I once more felt sure that it was not
fever again. I knew it was not, and this time there was no mistake--
something was coming through the forest, though what it was I could not
tell.

Should I waken my uncle?

I raised my hand again and again, but always lowered it once more, so
fearful was I of being ridiculed; and then I lay thinking that although
unc