--"

"Certainly not, at least not just yet," answered Dick firmly. "And
never mind about your head, or your mouth; what does your leg feel like?
Here, just let me have a look at it." And, gently lifting the limb and
pushing up the leg of the trousers, in which Grosvenor had lain all
night, he laid bare the injury. The swelling, although it had not quite
disappeared, had subsided so greatly that the limb had once more come to
bear some semblance to a human leg, and the livid purple tint had almost
faded out, while the cauterised wounds were perfectly dry and healthy in
appearance. But when Dick began to gently pinch and prod the injured
member, and to ask: "Does that hurt at all?" it became evident that
there was a distinct numbness in the limb, as far up as the knee. But
this did not very greatly distress Dick; all the signs were indicative
of the fact that the venom in the blood had been effectually
neutralised; and as for the numbness, that would probably pass off in
the course of the day.

"Well, Doctor," said Grosvenor whimsically, "what is your verdict--
favourable, or otherwise? I remember now that I was bitten by a beastly
snake, last night, and that you did several things to me that made me
feel horribly queer, but I don't quite remember how I got to the tent.
Was the brute venomous?"

"About as venomous as it could well be," answered Dick. "But you need
have no fear," he added, seeing a look of anxiety spring into his
patient's eyes; "the danger is quite over; now all that we have to think
about is how to cure that headache of yours. And here, just in the nick
of time, Mafuta has brought us our coffee. Take your cup and drink it
at once; and if in the course of the next half-hour you feel no better,
I will mix you a draught. Stop a moment; just look me straight in the
eye; yes, that is right; now drink your coffee; it will completely cure
your headache, and you will immediately fall asleep, waking again in
time for breakfast."

Grosvenor obediently took the cup, drained it, and lay back on his
pillow.

"Thanks, old chap," he murmured; "that's good; I--I--feel--" and was
asleep.

"That's all right," murmured Dick meditatively, as his eyes rested upon
the other's placid countenance. "Why did not I remember to try that
kind of thing last night! It might have helped matters a good deal. Ah
well! I'll not forget next time. Now, Mafuta," he continued, turning
to the Kafir; "what about the lions