She isn't fit for it. She would be frantic with
terror."
"I've thought of that, and I see only one thing possible. I must go on
with her myself as fast as we can push to Sir Ivor's place, and then
return to help you nurse the Professor."
I saw she was right. It was the sole plan open to us. And I had no fear
of letting Hilda go off alone with Lady Meadowcroft and the bearers. She
was a host in herself, and could manage a party of native servants at
least as well as I could.
So Hilda went, and came back again. Meanwhile, I took charge of the
nursing of Sebastian. Fortunately, I had brought with me a good stock
of jungle-medicines in my little travelling-case, including plenty of
quinine; and under my careful treatment the Professor passed the crisis
and began to mend slowly. The first question he asked me when he felt
himself able to talk once more was, "Nurse Wade--what has become of
her?"--for he had not yet seen her. I feared the shock for him.
"She is here with me," I answered, in a very measured voice. "She is
waiting to be allowed to come and help me in taking care of you."
He shuddered and turned away. His face buried itself in the pillow.
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