Копи царя Соломона
Good Falls Sick
Ienteredthehutcarefully. ThelampplaceduponthefloorshowedthefigureofGoodtossingnomore,butlyingquitestill.
Soithadcomeatlast!InthebitternessofmyheartIgavesomethinglikeasob.
"Hush—h—h!"camefromthepatchofdarkshadowbehindGood’shead.
Then,creepingcloser,Isawthathewasnotdead,butsleepingsoundly,withFoulata’staperfingersclaspedtightlyinhispoorwhitehand. Thecrisishadpassed,andhewouldlive. Hesleptlikethatforeighteenhors;andIscarcelyliketosayit,forfearIshouldnotbebelieved,butduringtheentireperioddidthisdevotedgirlsitbyhim,fearingthatifshemovedanddrewawayherhanditwouldwakehim. Whatshemusthavesufferedfromcrampandweariness,tosaynothingofwantoffood,nobodywilleverknow; butitisthefactthat,whenatlasthewoke,shehadtobecarriedaway—herlimbsweresostiffthatshecouldnotmovethem.
Aftertheturnhadoncebeentaken,Good’srecoverywasrapidandcomplete. ItwasnottillhewasnearlywellthatSirHenrytoldhimofallheowedtoFoulata;andwhenhecametothestoryofhowshesatbyhissideforeighteenhours,fearinglestbymovingsheshouldwakehim, thehonestsailor’seyesfilledwithtears. HeturnedandwentstraighttothehutwhereFoulatawaspreparingthemid-daymeal,forwewerebackinouroldquartersnow, takingmewithhimtointerpretincasehecouldnotmakehismeaningcleartoher,thoughIamboundtosaythatsheunderstoodhimmarvellouslyasarule,consideringhowextremelylimitedwashisforeignvocabulary.