en struck forward nearer the temples."

During the entire day John lay there, breathing with some degree of
regularity, but with a greatly accelerated pulse, and the Professor was
constantly watching this phase of the case.

There was little sleep that night. All were too anxious to retire. Chief
was on hand without a moment's intermission. George prepared the meals,
but the native never left the room even for the purpose of taking
refreshment, and it was really pathetic to see this exhibition of
sympathy, which was constantly alluded to by the Professor.

"The Chief has in him the making of a man. The surest indication of a
real human trait is just what he is showing. The lower man is the less
he cares for his fellows."

During the night the fever was close to the danger point, and the
Professor never left his side. As the day advanced the fever abated, and
his breathing became more normal. Before noon there was a marked change.
On the day of the accident, and during the night, John lay there
motionless, and, aside from his regular breathing and a few periods of
spasmodic twitchings, there was nothing to indicate that he was living.

But he now became restless, and occasionally opened his eyes, and all
stood intently watching him. All through this period his face was pale
and drawn, but a color began to come, and he turned his head from side
to side, and the intervals between the openings of the eyelids became
shorter. At first the eyes gave a glassy stare, but now at each
recurring stare the eyeballs would turn and search the room, and
although he would gaze in the faces of the watchers, the look did not
indicate recognition.

Suddenly he opened his eyes wide, and grasping the covers drew himself
forward and upward slowly, turning his head around from side to side.
The Professor held out his hand, as a warning not to disturb him. He sat
up and gazed first at one and then at the other.

What a wonderful difference was exhibited in the eye. It was bright and
lustrous, and every glance betokened a question. Not a word was spoken.
It was so tense that the boys appeared to be hypnotized. When he had
fully taken in his surrounding, he grasped the Professor's hand, and
said: "Where am I? Who are you?" Without another word he sank back on
the pillow exhausted, and the Professor leaned over him and quietly
said: "You are yourself again; and we are your friends."

"Friends; friends," he muttered to himself. "Yes; yes, I