"Probably hiding back of a tree." As we filled the container at the outer spring, I told him of the revelations and the offer Yuruk had made to me.
"Whew-w!" he whistled.

"In the nutcracker, eh?
Trouble behind us and trouble in front of us." "When do we start ?" he asked, as we turned back.
"Right after we've eaten," I answered.

"There's no use putting it off.
How do you feel about it ?" "Frankly, like the chief guest at a lynching party," he said.

"Curious but none too cheerful." Nor was I.I was filled with a fever of scientific curiosity.

But I was not cheerful--no! We ministered to Ventnor as well as we could; forcing open his set jaws, thrusting a thin rubber tube down past his windpipe into his gullet and dropping through it a few ounces of the goat milk.