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 Deane sat on the stump of a broken column and fanned his flushed face with his grey campaign hat.

"I've got a nasty headache on already," he admitted. "Hi! Ibraheem! Go to my tent, will you, and get the blue bottle out of my medicine chest. The blue bottle, remember; it's the only blue bottle there. Put a spoonful in a cup of water and bring it here."

Ibraheem departed.

"Better try something a bit stronger," Merritt suggested.

Deane demurred.

"No; it's nothing but the beginning of a headache. Bromo will cure it quicker than anything."

Ibraheem returned shortly with the cup. Deane drank his dose, put on his