He asked still jestingly, but really was uneasy and his uneasiness increased when Nell answered:
"I don't know. I can't sit down in any place."
"What is the matter with you?"
"I feel so strangely—"
And then suddenly she rested her head on his bosom and as though confessing a fault, exclaimed in a meek voice, broken by sobs:
"Stas, perhaps I am sick—"
"Nell!"
Then he placed his palm upon her forehead which was dry and icy. So he took her in his arms and carried her to the camp-fire.
"Are you cold?" he asked on the way.
"Cold and hot, but more cold—"
In fact her little teeth chattered and chills continually shook her body. Stas now did not have the slightest doubt that she had a fever.
He at once ordered Mea to conduct her to the tree, undress her and place her on the ground, and afterwards to cover her with whatever she could find, for he had seen in Khartûm and Fashoda that fever-stricken people were covered with sheeps' hide in order to perspire freely. He determined to sit at Nell's side the whole night and give her hot water with honey to drink. But she in the beginning did not want to drink. By the light of the little lamp hung in the interior of the tree he observed her glittering eyes. After a while she began to complain of the heat and at the same time shook under the saddle-cloth and plaids. Her hands and forehead continued cold, but had Stas known anything about febrile disorders, he would have seen by her extraordinary restlessness that she must have a terrible fever. With fear he observed that when Mea entered with hot water the little girl
