Leave some for your old chum, Walter Russell! Oh, how dry I am, and you have drunk the last drop! Si, as sure as my name is Walter Russell we'll never reach Manila, and I'll never see Larry and Ben again!"
Inez Garabella listened to his ravings with interest. She could make out but little of what was said, but she understood the name Russell and smiled faintly.
"I was not mistaken," she told herself. "They are of the same name. They must be brothers, or cousins. Now I will surely do all I can for him."
She was indeed "a friend in need" and at a time when Walter needed such a friend greatly. The poor boy had the fever, and in addition his wound needed skilful medical attention. For days he raved upon his bed of sickness, and somebody had to watch him constantly. The native doctor could do but little, and even that was done unwillingly, and would not have been done at all had not the lady of the house paid him well for his services.
At last came the day when the fever was at its worst, and for twenty-four hours it was a question
