“Well，Leo，“Isaid，“howdoyoufeel？”
“IfeelasthoughIweregoingtodie，“heanswered，hoarsely。“Myheadissplitting，mybodyistrembling，andIamassickasacat。”
Iwhistled，orifIdidnotwhistleIfeltinclinedto——Leohadgotasharpattackoffever。IwenttoJob，andaskedhimforthequinine，ofwhichfortunatelywehadstillagoodsupply，onlytofindthatJobhimselfwasnotmuchbetter。Hecomplainedofpainsacrosstheback，anddizziness，andwasalmostincapableofhelpinghimself。ThenIdidtheonlythingitwaspossibletodounderthecircumstances——
gavethembothabouttengrainsofquinine，andtookaslightlysmallerdosemyselfasamatterofprecaution。AfterthatIfoundBillali，andexplainedtohimhowmattersstood，askingatthesametimewhathethoughthadbestbedone。Hecamewithme，andlookedatLeoandJobwhom，bytheway，hehadnamedthePig，onaccountofhisfatness，roundface，andsmalleyes。
“Ah，“hesaid，whenwewereoutofearshot，“thefever！Ithoughtso。TheLionhasitbadly，butheisyoung，andhemaylive。AsforthePig，hisattackisnotsobad;itisthelittlefeverwhichhehas;thatalwaysbeginswithpainsacrosstheback;itwillspenditselfuponhisfat。”