have talked quite enough for to-night; take your sedative mixture, and
go to sleep again; to-morrow, I have no doubt, you will be able to ask
as many questions as you like."

"Only one more, sir:--is the adjutant dead?"

"I have not heard," replied the surgeon; "but we shall know to-morrow:
now go to sleep, and good-night."

When the surgeon left the room, "Bob?" said I.

"Not an answer will I give to-night, Mr Keene," said Bob Cross;
"to-morrow morning we'll have the rights and wrongs of the whole story.
You must obey orders, sir, and go to sleep."

As I knew Bob would do as he said, I laid my head down, and was soon
once more in forgetfulness. It was not daylight. When I again awoke,
and found Cross snoring in the chair by the bedside; poor fellow, he had
never lain down since he came on shore, when the captain was first taken
ill. I felt much better, although my wounds tingled a little, and I was
very anxious to know if Captain Delmar was out of danger; but that could
not be ascertained till I saw the surgeon. I remained thinking over the
events which had passed. I called to mind that the captain, in his
delirium, had called me his own boy, his Percival and I felt more happy.

About an hour after I had awoke, the surgeon came into the room. "How
is Captain Delmar, sir?" said I.

"I am glad to say that he is much better; but I must wake up poor Cross,
who is tired out."

Cross, who was awake the moment that we spoke, was now on his legs.

"You must go to the captain, and keep the bed-clothes on him, Cross. He
is now in a perspiration, and it must not be checked--do you
understand?"

"Yes," replied Bob, walking away into the other room.

"You are all right again, Keene," said the surgeon, feeling my pulse;
"we will look at your wounds by-and-by, and change the dressing."

"Tell me, sir," said I, "how have you managed? Nobody has found it
out?"

"Oh, no; it is supposed that Captain Delmar is badly wounded, and that
you have the yellow fever, and we must keep it up--that is the reason
why Bob Cross is the only one allowed to come into the sick rooms. I
have no doubt that Captain Delmar will be sensible in a few hours, and
then we shall be puzzled what to say to him. Must we tell him the
truth?"

"Not at present, sir, at all events: tell him that he has fought the
duel, and killed his man; he will think that he did it when he was out
of his senses, or else that the fever has driven it from his