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 Deane said. He got himself to his feet, unsteady, making a strong effort to get control of his weakness. Merritt passed an arm through his, and led him to his tent. A crowd of natives followed, curious as children, understanding nothing of what had passed …

That night, lying on his bed with a wet cloth about his head, Deane told his story to Merritt, in the darkness.